Sunday, September 1, 2013

September 1, 2013 Poets United

"Death" Comes for Me

When I was a child
"Death" came as a surprise
Now....I expect it
For myself
And for others

As a child
I heard the word
It came
For people
And for animals
They never came back

As a young adult
"Death" was a surprise
Cause for great sorrow

Now I expect "Death"
Know its' kindness
Know its' necessity
Know its' fairness
Know its' promise

I wait for its' gentle knock
On my door
"Death" comes
For me


Sherry Blue Sky said...

But hopefully not for many years yet, as you still have so many more paintings to do, my friend! I resonate with our gained understanding that sometimes death even comes as a friend, to release one from suffering. Though there is no getting around our prolonged sorrow over those we love and miss so much. I am STILL grieving Pup, the longest grieving of my life. Perhaps I am grieving Life, too. Loved your poem, kiddo. Deeply reflective and wise, and accepting of the inevitable passage we will make.

flaubert said...

Annell, I never think about my own death. I enjoyed this poem, though it did make me a bit sad.


Brian Miller said...

to know the kindness of there is a thought to wrap your head around....and the expectation of comes for all...that is for old friend...

NataĊĦa Dolenc said...

i like this.. i've kind of made my peace with it these few days. everything dies, and it's easier to live once you know it's kindness...

Mary said...

Wow, Annell. This poem took my breath away. As you know, I am no stranger to death....and you have captured really well the feelings we have about death at different times in our life. Bravo.

Anonymous said...

I like how you show the evolution of your feelings about "death" from childhood up to the present date. I enjoyed the optimistic touch at the end too.

brenda w said...

I appreciate your exploration of the kindness of death. This is a strong write. I like it a great deal, and will read it again now.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

There seems to be an air of resignation in the speaker, quite the opposite of "raging against the dying of the light," which is counseled in the Dylan Thomas poem. I think both are probably needed: resignation and raging. The trick is knowing which to do when!

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A Cuban In London said...

Death is the one certainty we have in life. Loved your poem, by the way. Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

R.K. Garon said...

I expect to be at the "station" unpacked with a broad smile. :-)
Nice capture of your topic.

Anonymous said...

You captured a slew of emotions with this one. Although I can understand the "kindness" of death as a "friend", am not sure I have graduated to full acceptance of that reality. Will hope I get there eventually,