Above all else, I'm afraid of being forgotten by the world, and by the people I love. This week, I discuss this fear, and how it inspired my newest collection.
I feel, my personal view of course, that it does not really matter who thinks of me when I am gone. I am not there here anyways to know if I make a difference. What is of concern is to live a life of kindness and compassion. And your poems bring so much joy, kindle thoughts that many cannot put in words and make the reader ponder with the wealth of meaning in them....you are gifted. Isn't that a lovely feeling even as you write beautiful poems, get appreciation and publish books?
It is a lovely feeling, and I'm extremely grateful to be able to connect with people in this way. It's just a fear I've always had, and one I can't seem to shake
I literally cried, how could one say exactly what I’ve been feeling about my life and what’s to be left of me that anyone will remember. I’ve no children and after tremendous loss of family, divorced and failed relationships I wake up wondering daily what will happen to me. Last year I found your poetry and was utterly moved and inspired, I decided to write again, perhaps that will be my lasting stamp, a version of my voice that’s never really been heard. I want to believe I’ll have lasting love to grow old with but I’m not certain, at least there is ink in my pen and tmrw the sun will rise. You are brave and lovely and tremendously talented, I thank you, Blake, for continuing to share your story, one I surely will never forget.
I prefer not to be forgotten in life than in death, how many persons are thinking of me today, how many love me, that worries me more than in death.
As always, I love your writing, and with your publications, you won’t have that problem of second death, your books or internet are already for eternity, because anyone who reads your work will be mentioning you, and the books and ínternet will never die, your thinking will be eternal with those publications, you will never die a second death, stop worrying about it.
This is such a scary thought that no one will know who I am in many years to come, as I will only be a name on a plaque, with no one who physically knew me. Hopefully though, stories will be passed down with family. This is a hard topic to talk about as no one wants to be forgotten even in death. Looking forward to reading more of your words, thank you 🌻
It's a really hard topic to talk about, but that's often a sign we need to. Thank you for your kind words, I'm looking forward to sharing more of these
I feel, my personal view of course, that it does not really matter who thinks of me when I am gone. I am not there here anyways to know if I make a difference. What is of concern is to live a life of kindness and compassion. And your poems bring so much joy, kindle thoughts that many cannot put in words and make the reader ponder with the wealth of meaning in them....you are gifted. Isn't that a lovely feeling even as you write beautiful poems, get appreciation and publish books?
It is a lovely feeling, and I'm extremely grateful to be able to connect with people in this way. It's just a fear I've always had, and one I can't seem to shake
This is so beautifully written. I really liked it. ❤️
Thank you so much
I literally cried, how could one say exactly what I’ve been feeling about my life and what’s to be left of me that anyone will remember. I’ve no children and after tremendous loss of family, divorced and failed relationships I wake up wondering daily what will happen to me. Last year I found your poetry and was utterly moved and inspired, I decided to write again, perhaps that will be my lasting stamp, a version of my voice that’s never really been heard. I want to believe I’ll have lasting love to grow old with but I’m not certain, at least there is ink in my pen and tmrw the sun will rise. You are brave and lovely and tremendously talented, I thank you, Blake, for continuing to share your story, one I surely will never forget.
Thank you Amy, you're always so lovely and supportive. And I have no doubt you'll leave a mark with your writing, just don't stop picking up the pen
I prefer not to be forgotten in life than in death, how many persons are thinking of me today, how many love me, that worries me more than in death.
As always, I love your writing, and with your publications, you won’t have that problem of second death, your books or internet are already for eternity, because anyone who reads your work will be mentioning you, and the books and ínternet will never die, your thinking will be eternal with those publications, you will never die a second death, stop worrying about it.
Thank you so much, that really is a kind thing to say, and it means a lot to me
🥺 So very powerful 👏🏻 Sad but thought provoking & quite beautiful x
Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it
I never thought an email would have me crying, but here we are 😢 Beautiful words, can't wait for March 16th!
Thank you so much Ellen, I'm grateful you're enjoying them
This is such a scary thought that no one will know who I am in many years to come, as I will only be a name on a plaque, with no one who physically knew me. Hopefully though, stories will be passed down with family. This is a hard topic to talk about as no one wants to be forgotten even in death. Looking forward to reading more of your words, thank you 🌻
It's a really hard topic to talk about, but that's often a sign we need to. Thank you for your kind words, I'm looking forward to sharing more of these
Thank you