and when the end comes

let it come quickly

no worse fate could

ever be imagined

than having others

waiting for my absence

to arrive


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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on August 3, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 49 Comments.

  1. A hope we all have I guess…

  2. That’s a very sad thought come to think of it. You have been very introspective or something lately with your words. Beautiful work.

  3. Waiting for my absence to arrive
    What a great phrase
    You got this one John

  4. Certainly cuts to the heart of the matter. The waiting, often just as if not more painful than a loss.

  5. You captured that “say it first” quality, in this one. We’ve all felt it; you said it, inimitably.

  6. “When will you be gone–so we can miss you?!”

    • Thank you! 🙂 That does seem to be the sentiment when everyone is sitting around waiting for the inevitable. Those waits are sad but also frustrating for that very reason.

  7. its true death shouldnt be a waiting game situation

  8. I’ve reached the age where my absence is approaching faster than the patience of those waiting can adjust. What they fail to realize is that my own absence is not what bothers me but the process of it’s approach does. I had recently decided to stop posting on my blog due to the recent SCOTUS decision that WordPress seemed to support; but thanks to your post today, John I believe I will stay around for a while longer just in case anyone is already pleased by my absence.

    • Thank you! 🙂 Age and advancing years can give us a new perspective on life and even death. We all owe a death and it’s more and more on our minds as we age – at least I can attest to thinking of it more now than I ever did.

      Don’t ride off into the WordPress sunset just yet. There’s no harm in disagreeing, arguing or debating any issue whether its with WordPress or a particular blogger. Besides, we can’t let the band break up over one issue. 😉

  9. Bloody brilliant poem John! Loved this one. Loved it.

  10. Powerful, as always!

  11. What can I say you are incredibly fabulous!

  12. It’s so sad but still so beautiful.

  13. beautiful writing… touching last few lines. Death, an arrival of abscence where once there was someone we knew.

  14. You make being a downer sound remarkably creative.

  15. I was just wiping a tear from my eye….and then I read the last line and laughed out loud! Cracker DoubleU.

  16. Nycke the Poet

    The expressions you share, at times I so feel them myself. It’s not that you’re sad, it’s just real reflective thought.

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