Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

! A Platonic Reminiscence of a Great Lady

Someone mentioned your name yesterday
and I was silent

You loved goodness, you were goodness,
and I think goodness must have
loved you; and we,
we loved you for your goodness

You loved truth, spoke truth,
and surely the truth
loved you for loving it; and how
we loved to hear you
speaking truth

You loved beauty in
so many ways that beauty
blessed you: in movement,
in actions, in thought, in words and yes
the beauty of goodness and
the beauty of truth shone from you –
how could we not love you
beyond you?

How often in this poem to you
the word love appears
as it did
in you

Submitted: Sunday, February 12, 2006
Edited: Friday, October 05, 2007

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  • Rookie - 12 Points Fay Slimm (8/21/2008 9:32:00 AM)

    Helping us to see we can indeed love the attibutes which we are shown by beautiful people in many situations. Unforgettable piece. Love to you - you beautiful man. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Bob Blackwell (6/21/2008 9:30:00 AM)

    Michael, a beautiful poem about what must have been a lovely lady, who had the qualitites we all should live by. Bob (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tsira Goge (2/25/2008 12:45:00 PM)

    ' Someone mentioned your name yesterday
    and I was silent...'
    It is Beauty feeling, fine expressions... Kindest regards, Tsira (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Shepherd (12/27/2007 7:35:00 AM)

    There's a story now to this poem: I wrote it of one lady who had died not long before, and sent it to another splendid lady who knew her well... the second lady was deeply moved by it, recalling how those in her own family had taught her these qualities...Not long after, she died suddenly herself. Her surviving family found the poem on her computer and her response to it, and asked me if her nephew could read it as a tribute at her funeral...which he did, superbly in heartfelt fashion, and to great effect.. what a wonderful life for a poem.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Alison Cassidy (6/10/2006 2:15:00 AM)

    Michael, you lucky lad. Lisa for a tutor. How important are those special mentors of our youth and what lasting impressions they leave behind. You have described her with great love and humility. Thank you. lol, Alison (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gina Onyemaechi (2/12/2006 7:51:00 AM)

    Just read your response to Lisa Sammarco's comment. Well, she was clearly a wonderful lady. Warmly, Gina. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Gina Onyemaechi (2/12/2006 7:49:00 AM)

    And the reason that the frequently repeated words 'love', 'goodness', 'truth' and 'beauty' don't sound tedious is because they communicate a new aspect of Miss X whenever they're used. Miss X, whoever she is (your mother? Sister? Wife? Daughter?) might be dead, but she clearly lives on in your heart. Warmly, Gina. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mary Nagy (2/12/2006 7:18:00 AM)

    What a beautiful mark this lady obviously made on your life. She must've been quite a special person to leave such thoughts to come to mind with just the mention of her name. How nice. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nibedita Deb (2/12/2006 7:18:00 AM)

    The emotions are simply amazing... I was captivated by the first line:
    'Someone mentioned your name yesterday
    and I was silent'

    Thank you.

    N.D. (Report) Reply

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