Something Spooky
life is full of spooky things some we share some unique
perhaps spooky things are the seeds of worry what keeps us up at night
we worry about others about ourselves
safety health money
aging loneliness longing
tomorrow yesterday
right now at this moment we
are ok
perhaps the big thing is after all death
something we can’t really wrap our heads around we can deny it
we can pretend it won’t happen not today
or... we could
invite her in welcome
her
set a place at
the table for her honor
her
she relieves
suffering she
is the doorway
while we find
her a bit spooky she
is the final answer
October 31,
2014
Happy Halloween
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Broken
i always liked broken things painted
orange
something waiting for me longing
to be loved
caressed cherished repaired
these things were mine had
my name on them
to me more beautiful than the perfect they wore their history
And now the collection of broken things lingers
the little Chinese terracotta tea pot with
broken lid
the large blue and white platter marked Granada purchased
in a thrift shop
cracked and mended prized
possession
my own broken heart barely
beating in my chest
with tender care
one day it will heal stronger
than ever
wear it’s scars show
where it’s been hold you
tenderly
embrace the world
October 31, 2014
13 comments:
Indeed, Spooky loses her awful when we get to know her a bit.
"something waiting for me longing to be loved
caressed cherished repaired"...this is a beautiful thought that often gives us the impetus to carry on and also speaks of a wonderful heart as well...love your 'spooky' poem too :)
In the first poem, it is true that all of those worries in life can be spooky but I think that a person has a choice: to worry or face the challenges with joy. Those things --health, loneliness, money, etc.-- are all part of the human condition. I'm not saying that those things aren't difficult but they are inevitable; might as well find joy in the struggles, right?
Ahh.. the details of life of worries or blessings.. the dark and light details add up to the equation of happy or that other place.. that no one wants to live.. but sometimes unwittingly through wit.. chooses to stay....
The greatest thing about creativity.. i think.. no i do not think.. i know.. is the tapestry flows.. when one lets all the details go.. tapestry flows in synchronistic harmony.. a mystical beauty beyond all form.. of essence of is.. all that is...true..in body..mind..heart.. soul..spirit.. and once again..beyond with all that is..:)
Death is the spookiest of all, yet I love what you say about setting a place at the table for her......as we age, she becomes a transition towards reunion with those we have lost and maybe a bit less frightening. I love your broken things poem - especially your heart, broken, mending, healing. Beautiful.
Death is the final answer, after all ~
And I really like the mended broken heart ~ Lovely response ~
Death is a spooky thing, but each day we draw closer to it. I love your broken things poem...There are so many memories in broken things...even a heart seeking to mend.
I like the orange...like a pumpkin to be repaired...i like that we should invite death in..she will of course be there for all of us one day..and maybe so..she can bring peace..an end to suffering..when the time is right x
loved this spooky poem. what an interesting layout, i read it several times.
I love the progression in this Annell...to a lovely wise closure.
There really is beauty in broken things! Sometimes I think that at least with broken things it is known that they are loved....because they were used. Unused things never break.
Thanks for your meditation on the meaning of death, and for being part of Fireblossom Friday!
Pssst...in future, please link to the specific post you are linking up, not just to your blog's main page. Thanks. :-)
I agree that we should welcome her to our table. So much is lost, these days, pretending we can wish her away. She will come for us all... ~
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