My fingers achingly trace a path in the air
My fingers achingly
Trace a path in the air
Imagining your fingertips
A fleeting apparition
No longer there.
Spoken word on Covid-19. Its easy to forget how blase we were all about this before X-mas when it was something happening in a far away land. Now the whole world has been turned upside down.
I used stock video from Pexels site which I made black & white and added a number of effects in Adobe Premiere Pro. I liked how it started and ended with the same footage, but with the ending in colour.
The music was Royalty free music from https://www.fesliyanstudios.com which I treated in Adobe Audition to add effects such as coughing and laboured breathing… I hope I didn’t overdo that!
The poem was written over a few weeks as I tried to figure out what message I wanted to give. I guess I opted for realism. The future is uncertain and we can all hope and pray for the best. Hopefully, we’ll all learn from this and become a fairer and just society.
A hard fought battle that lasted for so many years,
That moved insidiously and inexorably to its ultimate conclusion
A hard fought battle that lasted for so many years That moved insidiously and inexorably to its ultimate conclusion A deceptive disease that she had kept at bay Fighting valiantly with her will, faith and bravery Finally entangled her in its cold embrace. Her bright light often dimmed and pushed to its very limits That fought back time and time again That always, had always, prevailed Finally spluttered and was… extinguished.
The warmth and joy she shared with others The compassion and empathy she freely gave The wisdom, humility and grace that defined her Her intellect, artistic and literary nature Her fun and cheeky sense of humour Her kind words and thoughtful gestures Gone. But not forgotten. Remembered in our hearts and minds – for always.
As the eldest child she also was truly her father’s daughter and her mothers confidant. But she was also a mother to us all – Gandhi’s children. She who gave selflessly of herself To serve the needs of others To give up so much to care for her family Who else would be brave enough to go on that lonely road? To put aside such potential for life? No glory or thanks on that road. Just grim reality and the desire to keep the anguish of others at bay And the practice of patience. A road of quiet service. A road of sacrifice.
She will be so very missed. We will sometimes forget that she is no longer here Seek her laughter And call out to her And look out for her And in that moment dawning recognition an indescribable pain as our hearts ache with longing We will cherish those memories of her that are so bitter-sweet and so poignant.
It was time for her to tread on that oft travelled road To another place. A place that mum and dad do await With open arms to embrace their beloved daughter A place to mend her broken body To nurture and lift her spirit To allow her mind to once again soar A path we shall all in time inevitably follow.
My children lose their beautiful, vivacious Aunty A little quirky, someone who saw the world a different way Someone who paused to appreciate the beauty in the small things The tiny moments The nature around her Things that the rest of us would pass by Dismissing without thought in our busy lives.
Most of all I will miss My Sister A void in my heart An emptiness that can never be filled or replaced. Rest In Peace Jiwan. Dearest Sister. You go to a far, Far Better, Place.
My dear older sister Jiwan passed away a couple of years back and this was her eulogy. As I just posted by brothers eulogy, I thought I’d post this as well. She was a pretty amazing person, a real bona fide role-model who gave so much of herself for others and and was taken too soon. She wrote some amazing poetry where she writes about her life and its well worth a read. She inspired me to start writing. Gandhi was the nickname my dad was given for his altruistic, libertarian views and my sister followed very much in his footsteps. http://beingjiwanx.blogspot.com.au/