They spoke of crossing over. The nebulous abyss where flesh meets ellipsis where all is suspended yet worlds create a spectrum of connected mind.
Do you miss them?
I do, I said. And I know for I have lost many.
Brought down in candlelight clean white hospital sheets silent drip padded sneakers of nurses in the hall.
I care for dusty remnants fresh flowers moss covered stone. Urns and ashes dates and places to remind me
of all
they have left
behind.
Wow, this is great! Very succinct take on death. I like the way you organized the poem visually on the page … almost as if to say that death rips the body apart, is not neat, and straddles different worlds, so it does not obey the typical layout. The accompanying image is great too!
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Thanks so much Darryl. Glad you liked this ‘rather disturbing’ thing hehe. I like to play around with the layouts — a bit of trick I ‘stole’ from ee cummings 🙂 I love your interpretation and it is true, about the messy and confusing phenomenon of death…
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Ah yes, ee cummings was all over the place, in a good way. I like when people talk about death and confront it via any medium. Have you read/seen Fences (August Wilson)? I like this take on death. I also like Woody Allen’s take about how death is a bum/loser lol. Very therapeutic!
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No, I have not seen or read Fences, I’ll have to check it out. Woody Allen is often so ironic and funny! Death is an important topic — it never bothered me to write or talk about it.
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Fabulous Christine, a little unnerving too with the imagery it creates as I read : )
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Yes — I have a tendency to be sort of morbid at times… Thanks for reading! 🙂
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I thought it fantastic, you certainly set the scene, I watched it play out in my mind 🙂
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Thank you! I intended the imagery that way.
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Wow!
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Hey Sailaja! Glad you liked it & Happy New Year 🙂
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Happy New Year dear Christine! ❤
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Reblogged this on The Feed By Our Pantheons Way.
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Great poem, Christine. It’s morbid, as a look at death inevitably is, without being overly depressing. I love its structure. Really well done. 🙂
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Thanks very much! And Happy New Year 🙂
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Wonderful and haunting, Christine!
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Thanks so much! Happy New Year to you 🙂
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Eerie and uncanny.
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Thanks Cake! Or we could say it is the normal experience of eerie-ness 🙂
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Yes, captured beautifully. I bid you good night, please send me the link to Eve and I will comment tomorrow.
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Will do 🙂
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Awesome! I love the layout too.
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Thanks! I kind of like those scrambled layouts 🙂
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