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The Novel
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The Novel |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
THE NOVEL It is not easy, After so long Seeing you like this. The silence of the setting Screams out to me, In anguish. Memories, long hidden, In the recesses of my mind, Make their escape Into my consciousness. I am unashamed of the tears As they flow freely, Down my cheeks. How open and honest You always were, Now, more than ever, Your face is a book. The chapters Show great hardships, Grievously, I added to these. I pray, hopefully, I am forgiven for this. The book is a novel, Love and compassion filled. It shows physical And emotional strength, And an unquestioning search For knowledge. Each page is full Of the undying and unchecked Expressions of your gentle caring, For others, and myself. How unselfishly You have bared your soul. As you lay before me How well I see, That on reaching The final chapter Of this book, It speaks of peace, In DEATH. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
SPIRIT That's the spirit, enjoyed. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
it's strange how in someone's death we see lots of things unseen before. good piece, made me think...Welcome To Passions! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
Some would say, greeting the New Year with thoughts of Death (like your poem touching on it), is not in keeping with the holiday cheer atmosphere. But I read and do agree with someone who wrote that awareness of death, enhances the quality of life. Each new day is indeed a miracle. |
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