Timeless

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maybe
we live on in dreams
legacy wound in memory
bound with love
on the canvas of subconscious
cradled beyond our lifespan
timeless

I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #204. The prompt was provided by Lesley, who asked us to do the following:

Write a Cameo poem—a tiny, distilled moment—on any theme you choose.

Form

  • 7 lines;
  • Syllable count: 2 / 5 / 8 / 3 / 8 / 7 / 2;
  • Imagery is essential;
  • Minimalism is encouraged

Two weeks ago, we had to say goodbye to a member of my young adult cancer support group. Her name was Brittany, and she was a beautiful and creative person. She had a business, made fabulous jewelry, and was well known in the local art scene. We didn’t get to spend a lot of time together, but we had some amazing conversations. Her breast cancer had metastasized after other treatment, and she received radiation to her brain last year. The last time she attended one of our group meetings (it must have been November or December), her oncology team was looking for more new treatments, and they seemed positive. Despite that, she talked about getting her affairs in order, a smart choice that many of us cancer survivors talk about (not in a dark way, but in a practical way), but we never thought that would be the last time we’d see her.

Each time I lose someone I know in the young adult cancer community, I have a lot of unanswerable questions. There are now five young women I’ve known that were gone long before their time, before they even reached 40. How do you carry on the legacy of someone who still had so much living to do? How can I be more alive to make up for those who can’t be alive anymore?

❤️ Caitlin K.

❤️ Megan B.

❤️ Koreen H.

❤️ Katie K.

❤️ Brittany T.

29 thoughts on “Timeless”

  4. May I offer a “think”—you honor their lives by doing what you did in this poem. This is what art is for. And the way their lives touched you show that their lives until now, was not in vain. And through you, you touch us. This poem is tender and lovely. A winner. Thanks for sharing yourself in it. Xo

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  7. Deep question, that we never truly have the answer to, but I think we all do our best to carry on the legacy for those we have loved and known and for each it would be different. Writing is one way. A very thought provoking cameo.

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  8. i love that you spoke her story and wrote down their names of those women…. i believe in speaking about their existence etched in our minds and hearts they live on…. i miss those who have passed…

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