I thought about death lately.
Not the impending demise of me,
but it hovered close to one so dear.
I stood there, helpless in my inability
to spill the right words needed.
A blessed journey into that good night;
raging against her dying light!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Presented at dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #11: Spill

*** Death seems to take whichever holiday it wishes, having ruined for me, two Christmases, two New Years Celebrations, an Easter and this past Memorial Day (she left us mentally then, she had passed last Tuesday), and probably any holiday hereafter. I understand Dylan Thomas’ rage, sadly all too well.



  1. Please ignore my question in Bar Talk. I didn’t come down far enough. It seems death is always with us and always comes at a time we would rather be rejoicing and relaxing. I hope you will get some rest and ease in your heart. My thoughts and prayers are most definitely with you and your family.

  2. So good that you turned to Thomas’ impressive poem at this moment. One of the things I admire in following your epic with Christine is the obvious love you shared with her, defying the stereotypes of that relationship.

    1. Not that we didn’t skirt that stereotype (she was a sweet but tough lady). But it was just so touching to see her decline so rapidly and almost fade away completely before she actually passed. Thomas’ poem has been a frequent inspiration over the years.

    1. We’re an emotional lot, Bjorn. Thinking we have the perfect words for all occasion. We can placate the pain of others, but nothing satisfies our aching heart. Thanks you.

  3. So sorry for your loss. Twenty-three years later I spent this weekend grieving the loss of my father. I pray you find comfort in knowing you’ll see her again. Peace, Linda

  4. It’s often hard to think of the right words to offer someone experiencing the loss of a loved one but you have my deepest condolences, Walt. May she rest in peace.

  5. Sometimes death hovers for such a long time, you hardly notice it shutting the door, but the grief is just as hard to bear. It’s hard to find the words and sometimes you just have to let them spill.

  6. So sorry, Walt. My condolences to the family. Your words express the grief so well, it’s heartbreaking and yet in a way, beautiful. Sometimes, the words just have to flow in the way they can.

  7. So so hard to read. I’ve often thought that statement “death takes a holiday” should be turned into “death becomes a holy day.” Ushering one to the other side — so heartrending….thinking of you and yours.

  8. Being helpless is such a terrible feeling but death is like that. It takes away from everything leaving NOTHING. What can you do with nothing? I am so sorry for your loss I hope writing does help. Big hug Walt!

  9. HeArt feLt condolences to you
    MY FriEnd over the loss of yoUr
    Loved one on course..
    And sAdly tHere are
    Nows that death
    takes a Holiday
    at the hands
    of Medicine that
    can prolong sufFeRing
    bEyond any reasonable
    doubt spilling death greater
    into life that life spilling into death..
    Life iS worth iT

  10. I am so sorry to read your news, Walt. Yes, that Dylan Thomas poem holds all kinds of meanings. When there’s nothing you can do, but watch, then you know what it means to be powerless. Wishing you and your family strength.

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