Open Poetry #43 |
In hospice |
inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Frozen faced then fatally the flowers closed, alongside the rebel's final hours, emancipated of his stubborn pulse a mere sugarcoating winking falsehope for those that couldn't bear his tickless clock He passed and wouldn't have to weather the ivory necked ones, long in grace, standing stems still lifed, but not yet extinguished That would be contingent on the kindly hands of the reaping winds. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
You did a beautiful job with this. Descript of the spirit of the hospice mission... and the leavening that takes place within its walls, and down its corridors. Hugs |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
liked it |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
You wrote this beautiful. I lost one of my patients just before Thanksgiving. Hospice was there. |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
Thanks for reading. Sorry to hear that Miss Rose, I do understand I do some hospice volunteering and its hard to let go though that is the actual intent in hospice |
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