Sand Through My Fingers

Sand Through My Fingers

A Poem by Rhia Thurman
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A poem I had originally written just before my uncle passed away with Alzheimer's.

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He is like sand through my fingers 
He is like smoke in my fists 
He is like wind in my hair 
He is like tears in my eyes 

Untouchable 
Unreachable 
I cannot hope to contain him 

He ages and withers 
And decays and rots 
As we watch on unable 
To cure him 

His memory fades 
Slipping and sliding 
Sifting through his fingers 

He doesn't say goodbye 
He doesn't say anything 
Not even a whisper 

The sand has blown away 
The smoke has faded 
The wind has dropped 
The tears have fallen

He is simply 
Gone

© 2015 Rhia Thurman


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Author's Note

Rhia Thurman
As I couldn't find the original, I've rewritten it 9 months, almost 10 months after his death. This was... pretty difficult to get out of my mind and to put it into words and analogies, so if it doesn't make sense? Well, death doesn't make much sense to me anyway.
This poem is a finalist in the following contests:
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Promote-Me%21-XI-%28Poetry%29/50813/ - Came 5th!
http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/January-Poetry%21-/50894/ - Came 6th!
Thank you if you voted for me and for all your support!

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Rhia, I think commenting on how beautiful this poem is might do injustice to your emotions....
After all, it is a personal experience to lose someone whom you dearly love. You wait for them, holding on to the tiniest hope, of them getting better... but when that hope shatters, it just breaks you apart.
I lost my grandma when i was in third grade. Didn't really understand what being dead and stuff meant....
Just saw grandpa really sad.. and dad and mom grieving. I think I can relate to the pain of those left behind, when someone dear to them dies. It's because, all you have is these memories that you have to live with... and even if you want to hear their voice just one more time... it is impossible.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

I'm sorry about your loss, but I'm glad that the poem made you think of your grandma. Your insight m.. read more



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Heartfelt..... I am going through a similar situation, you describe it perfectly....it is a horrible disease!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Wow! Nothing short than brilliant..you use words like a pilot flying a plane..excellent command of word manipulation, smooth flow of ideas..it felt like reading an entire bestselling book wrapped up in a short poem! Bravo and may he RIP!

Posted 3 Years Ago


I can certainly sympathize with what you were feeling here, but I can't help but think that this poem doesn't do it justice. While sometimes familiar phrases seem like the right way to go, too often they're painfully cliched. Instead of sand/smoke/wind, think of other, fresh and new images that could convey the loss you're feeling.

Posted 4 Years Ago


My Grandmother has Alzheimers, it is a terrible disease, I understand where you are coming from.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

It really is upsetting. Thank you for the review.
Amazing. This poem has tugged at my heart strings. Simple, yet powerful. Each line is perfect, the way you have put them is fantastic. Especially,
"He is like sand through my fingers
He is like smoke in my fists
He is like wind in my hair
He is like tears in my eyes ".

I have an aunt who is suffering from Alzheimer's syndrome. So, I can totally relate to this one. A really good write.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

Thank you very much for the review! It's incredibly hard watching a loved one's mind deteriorate ove.. read more
Rhia, I think commenting on how beautiful this poem is might do injustice to your emotions....
After all, it is a personal experience to lose someone whom you dearly love. You wait for them, holding on to the tiniest hope, of them getting better... but when that hope shatters, it just breaks you apart.
I lost my grandma when i was in third grade. Didn't really understand what being dead and stuff meant....
Just saw grandpa really sad.. and dad and mom grieving. I think I can relate to the pain of those left behind, when someone dear to them dies. It's because, all you have is these memories that you have to live with... and even if you want to hear their voice just one more time... it is impossible.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

I'm sorry about your loss, but I'm glad that the poem made you think of your grandma. Your insight m.. read more
Rhia, I just found this and I don't think I've ever cried so much at a poem, I adored uncle Geoff too, the way you described his memory was so moving, watching his memory slowly deteriorate was so painful. I love you so much and I'm so proud of you, i could never ask for a nicer cousin,

-Emily



Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

Oh my god, Emily... Careful, you'll start the tears again! Thank you so so much for the review T_T I.. read more
Death is not the hurtful thing. Life is not the hurtful thing. Memory is not the hurtful thing. But forgetting , ah.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

Thank you for the insightful review.
I saw this in the Promote Me! XI (Poetry) contest. I didn't expect to be left in tears. Such a moving write. This is so much like my own experience watching my Gran. She suffered from early senility and senile dementia (she didn't have Alzheimer's). She spent the last ten years of her life in a nursing home, losing pieces of herself until all that was left was her Jack (my grandfather). He passed away late one August, and she hurried after the follow March. It was almost a relief to see her finally go.

NOTES: I recommend increasing the font size.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

MomzillaNC

4 Years Ago

Congratulations on placing in the competition
Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

Thank you very much!
MomzillaNC

4 Years Ago

yw :)
This is one of the hardest conditions for me. I've watched a few family members and other people (when I worked in a personal care home) live and die with this disease. I think your poem really does a good job of describing the condition analogously.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rhia Thurman

4 Years Ago

Thank you very much for the kind words and review. I'm sorry that you had to see those things happen.. read more

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Added on December 30, 2014
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Tags: death, sand, time, morbidity, passing away, memory

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Rhia Thurman

Milton Keynes, Bucks, United Kingdom



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