I have moved this post to this room in the hope that someone can help Rizza find this poem

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on 16.04.07 1:05 pm

My darling wife died on Saturady after a brave fight with this disease
leaving me and my three year old daughter. We are planning a funeral at the momemt and I am sure I saw a poem on this website some time back about flying over clouds and always being on the next mountain. Foolishly I did not save it and I really want to use it at her funeral , I am at my wits end as I cannot find it…can anyone help?

I’m so sorry
posted on 16.04.07 2:09 pm

Hello Rizza,

I’m so sorry to hear about your wife. My thoughts are with you and your daughter.

I’ve done some searching for your poem, but like you I haven’t come up with anything (yet). I do have access to poetry databases though, so can have a closer look if that might help.

Can you remember anything more about this particular poem? Like, more words that were definitely in it, or whether it was by a published author or not?

I haven’t been on this site long, so no doubt there are others who might remember this particular poem and be of more help to you. But I’m happy to try.

Thinking of you, and best wishes,

thought are with you bothposted on 16.04.07 3:21 pm

so sorry to hear of your sad loss.I am also looking for this poem for you but no luck so far-sure someone will know of it though and let you know.sharonx

could it be by jpoet FREEFALL

Hurtling unprepared through frozen air,
Propelled in unrestrained and undirected flight,
The ice-rope slithers through the hand,
A momentary grasp,
No crampons to give grip.
No way to know if it is going to be
A gentle slope or headlong slippery slide;
No way to know how long it lasts
Nor how it all will end,
The only certainty that once begun
There can be no return
To that clear and firm plateau
Where others walk unknowing
The ravening crevasse beckoning below.

Some find the precipice and peer
To watch the downward feared career,
And wonder how it feels to fall so far.
They cannot hear the falling calls,
The breath choked in the throat,
Nor feel the loss of ground beneath the feet.

There’s no exhilaration in the slide,
The slick and sickening helter-skelter ride:
The waking sleeper’s horror finding nightmare real
Only knows the terror of the fall.

Last edited by jpoet on Sun Jul 30, 2006 12:10 pm; edited 1 time in total

reply poem Hello Rizza
My thoughts are with you and your daughter on the loss of your wife.
i have looked for the poem you mentioned but unable to find it.
I am posting these two one of which I have found a comfort in the past.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

I hope they will be of some comfort to you.