Life's Conclusion
the end is usually thought to be the conclusion but it is only one conclusion of one part
of one event perhaps the end is not the end at all only a pause
in what you accept as the order of things life everlasting past
present and future ride the waves the redundant returning of life
on a lonely shore draft a new topic gather the fragments
thoughts and memories scattered on the ground waiting for you to remember
to reconstruct sentences that reveal who you really are who you will become
the you of you that lingers long after the others have retired
this is the voice of the one you really are put on those high heel sneakers
you are a lady of note you got style ride the dragon
without worry of spelling or grammar you know the plants in the garden
which ones to pick which ones to eat which ones to smoke
you bend down lick the face of the ones you love they look back at you
some are flowers and some are weeds you run your finger down their stalk
dig deep into the ground all is right with the world home at last
July 3, 2016
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You
Wait for Me
there
was no drizzle in the summer
night still your fur was wet
your
tail wet, too diamonds sparkling by moonlight
weeping
tears sliding down your cheeks
leaving
a trail like that of the slug
come
morning in the garden wet and shiny
from
eye to chin pooling
on your shirt freshly starched
smell
of cedar ancient medicine for what ails a
broken heart
prevents
rot kind and gentle a shy smile
fed
my roots tunneled my way to the surface love came swiftly
i
remember the day a
young boy shot
and killed
the
graceful bird standing tall alone in the field
so
much to learn your soul was old and
wise over
time
you
grew into your soul a perfect fit you reached your peak
then
time to go if there should be a heaven
there
you will be found a venerable saint you wait for me
July
3, 2016
12 comments:
the last few lines of the first poem are beautiful..."the graceful bird standing tall alone in the field" you've captivated majesty here...a poignant write...
Yes, poignant, the "returning of life on a lonely shore". In "You Wait For Me", I most love the boy growing into his soul over time. And that "if there should be a heaven", he waits for you.
My new favorite of yours is the first poem.....
'perhaps the end is not the end at all only a pause'
what a perfect way to think of this....I felt myself intertwined between your words...my face peeking out to relish the words you gave us....
And the second poem just so touching....he does wait for you.
These lines really touched me to the core "Your soul was old and wise, over time you grew into your soul, a perfect fit, you reached your peak then time to go" Beautifully poignant.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
You have really been SO inspired lately, Annell. I like both of these, but I will concentrate on the first one. So very true that the end is often not the end.....as there is something that comes after everything that seems the end. And meanwhile, definitely 'ride the dragon' as well as one can - as if there is no tomorrow. 'All is right with the world.'...I truly believe.
Now this is some interesting form. Well written! !
The first piece seems like an explorative process - getting your hands right into the forest floor..inspecting every vein in every leaf..like letters and consonants - all ours to create ourselves..the second it seems like the pieces are joined up - and I believe they will meet again in heaven
I find that search to connect, to be veined to soil you express in the first poem, some day I think we all will find our way.
I felt a link between the two poems--that old soul of the second recognizing that the end is only a phase in the first ... how else to explain what we are born knowing and who we wish to greet with a happy lick hello??
Each beautiful in its own way. I love the depth of the realisations in the first, and the true love in the second. (As a psychic medium, I assure you our pet animals do have souls which survive.)
Well done!
ZQ
Luv the metaphor of pause and as well giving the reader a time to reflect before reading on
Much love...
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