A Good Home

There are some things a poet cannot accept

A beautiful tribute to, lament for, and upholding of the light that Sue Vincent shone across the world.

Tallis Steelyard

There are times when a poet must make a stand and say, “This has happened without my cognisance and I will not accept it!” Today has not been the best of days. Today I got a note from a patron. Common enough, especially from her, as she was always quick to praise, swift to encourage. But today the note had a bitter flavour. She was sitting awaiting death. A week? Longer?

And what can a poet do? A poet can protest, a poet can stand tall and say firmly that this will not do. A poet can bang the table with his wine glass obvious of the fact it has shattered and the pieces lie glistening but incoherent, shards of dreams never now to be dreamt.

Others have known Sue for longer than I, others will doubtless feel the grief more keenly, will mourn longer, but my job as a…

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12 thoughts on “There are some things a poet cannot accept”

  1. I think that those of us who are left have a duty to help carry the burden she carried. I think of the help she gave me. I’m sure there are many others in the same position

    1. Good point. It can be done in practical ways if a group of people can do parts of the work she did and help carry the burden. And I also think we each have to follow our own light, doing what we do best. I loved your post, Jim. I’m so glad you shared it.

      1. Absolutely, none of us are Sue, but in our own way we can all do our bit to help and support. What will come easily and naturally to one person won’t work for another and vice versa but as an informal community we can help

  2. Thank you so much Cynthia for sharing Tallis’ beautiful tribute to Sue. It’s always shocking to learn of a departure by one of our fellow writers or bloggers. Sue will be sorely missed! ❤

  3. This has brought tears to my eyes, at the same time a feeling of helplessness but then sometimes when we are able to have just a feeling for someone many miles away from us and not known to us so deeply – I think it’s a reflection of the humanity still alive within our veins. Your thoughts for her is a strong force in the very being of the universe, that has been created and shall live forever.

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