Beyond goodbye

[Jo Sundberg]

Thank you for your words and thoughts bubbling up Philip. 🙏

Lines that touched me most:

"Songs that were your breath

Are given to quiet air"

and "we are left ever waving."

Have a wonder full day. 💖

[Philip Harris]

Thanks Jo. Means a lot. Here is a cheerful wave for your day and all.

[Deborah Gregory]

Philip, thank you so much for sharing these soul threads. Your words feel like soul-weather … tender, beyond goodbye and deeply attuned to the quiet urgencies beneath the noise. In particular, I loved the owls, the winds and the child’s face … all evoking a world that listens back. A place where poetry holds what prose cannot and where silence becomes a form of love. 🙏💖

[Philip Harris]

Thanks Deborah, we come back to the same places.

[Deborah Gregory]

Yes! Like tides and old songs, we find ourselves in familiar soul-weather. 🙏💖🌊

[Philip Harris]

For sure, time is like that, still there.

[Deborah Gregory]

Beyond goodbye. 🙏💖

[Marisol Muñoz-Kiehne]

Philip’s pondering

Poems prayers prompt mind, heart art

(Pleased by kind mention) 🙏🏼

[Philip Harris]

Time to say sorry to the great voiced Avram Burg for typing his name wrongly.

Good to see you here... and know the concert of voices.

[Susie Mawhinney]

There is, for me, a great joy to be carried through a day when it begins with poetry... especially poetry that carries words in the wind that speak of tender goodbyes said or thought;

"I see our soundless parting,

Our show, heart stopping

moments of love

So brief

we are left ever waving."

We are left ever waving... I know, I sigh as I realise my last is not so far in the future now.

I look forward to that other day and the hour of friendship in front of Londons second oldest Plane tree dear Philip...

I hope you have thought of publishing?