The Goodbye World Poem
By Brian Turner
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Turner states he learned so much more about love and loss within his relationship, and after his wife's passing, than he ever did in uniform while serving in a combat zone. Profoundly heartbreaking, the first couple of poems set the introspective and quiet tone quickly.
Primary audience would be widows, caregivers, councelers, medical professionals, or anyone experiencing loss.
Will have an accompanying music CD that can be listened to or downloaded via a QR code within the book, performed by Turner himself with his band. The music will intrigue classical music lovers, experimental music lovers, and those who enjoy ambient-textured soundscapes.
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The Goodbye World Poem - Brian Turner
—PREFACE—
My love, last night
I woke from a dream in which light
dripped from your fingers, your hair,
and you cupped it in your palms,
saying, Love, this is for you.
All of this is yours.
What does one do with such a gift?
THE CROSSING
There’s always a ship on fire, the whole thing
listing to starboard and falling to pieces with flames
in the sailcloth and rigging, the vessel disappearing
into dusk, into the blue and widening universe.
That’s how all the stories end, with a film score
calling for a crescendo, followed by a diminuendo.
The tempo marked grave. Twenty-five to forty-five
beats per minute. As it is with the human heart
at the close of day. Larghetto to lento to largo
to grave. The body winding down.
Is it wrong to think of it, dying, as beautiful?
It feels wrong in my own body. When I say it
out loud. When I imagine not a ship on fire
but Ilyse in our bedroom, that Tuesday morning
in September. A fever spiking in her the night
before, how we tore the bath towels to shreds,
dunked them into a bucket of ice water, then
draped them over her arms and legs, stomach
and chest, the smooth dome of her shaved head.
I leaned in close to blow softly on her wet skin.
Dying is so intimate.
Candlelight flickered under the Buddha’s gaze.
Even the words spoken by the hospice nurse
vanished into air. A warm scent of lavender
drifted from one hour to another. And as the heat
crested within her, then eased, I lay down beside her
to have one last conversation about this world,
to revel in all that she’d created here, revisiting
the path she’d traveled, reciting her verses
one by one, saying, I love you, I love you, I love you.
AND THEN THE SILENCE.
And the palm trees swaying in the sun,
their pleated shadows brushing the concrete
as if inscribing it with a language that recedes
hour by hour, month by month, though the trees
keep trying. As it was with the caregivers at home.
Those hard metal wheels rolling on a wooden floor.
Everything fallen into a hush, as it should be.
As it was with family. Friends. Flowers at the door.
Envelopes sealed with a cursive of mourning.
The mouths of strangers opening and
closing as if all the world were submerged with me
in this quiet place I’m learning is the rest of my life.
29 DOWN, 14 ACROSS
How alive the dead appear in the moment
after. In the hush and stillness of the body.
Their lips so soft, their closed eyes deep
in the enormous task a lifetime of dreaming
asks of them. Why has it taken these last goodbyes
for me to attend to the sacred in those I love?
I think of Ilyse’s laughter, the warmth
of her palm resting on my thigh, the silent
conversations she held with the ocean.
And when cancer broke her vertebrae,
she leaned her head back to exhale
a pluming column of smoke, her pain
beyond anything I’ve ever experienced,
and yet, the expression on her face then,
that release, her hands riding the air,
a pair of birds in tandem flight.
I have these to look back on. More.
Flashes of light. Fragments. Some
of what the vault of the mind offers up.
But what of the gaps in memory? Each
quiet erasure occurring inside of us.
If only I’d been more aware, more alive,
I could stretch out on the couch with my head
in her lap again, listening to her breathe
as she focuses on a crossword puzzle, her mind
wandering through the passages of her life—
opening doors, opening books, listening to music