Every year, it comes
unbeknownst
that quiet hour of passing
that date awaiting etching to
marble memory
and I
oblivious to finality
marching, marching, marching,
my matters to attend
I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end
This graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed
Happy anniversary….
Wooohoooo
It doesn’t look very happy, does it? LOL
Thanks for reading, Peter!
I can make it happy for you….lol
That’s what I like to hear!
As it may be a memorial for the passing of someone, it holds a momento mori!
It’s really contemplating the day of your death in advance… the anniversary to come that only others will remember. There’s a date and an hour that you live through every year which will one day be your very last moment.
I don’t know why your reply reminds me of a Nickelback’s clip video. Haha
Yes, totally true!
That would be the day I follow suit… I don’t remember I have read this… you’re hiding things from me…mmmmm
I’d never hide anything from you, Sam
I don’t do that anymore, contemplate the day of my death. I’ve had too many near misses.
This is uniquely you, remembering the anniversary that is to come.
Actually, I’m a fan of Emily Dickenson, and this is inspired by her work
Still all you, girl
Dear Poetess 🌿
One would be hard-pressed to come upon a more impacting or meaningfully deep poem, rendered as thoughtfully, intelligently, and distinctly in Freestyle form, in homage to that enigmatic moment, individually awaiting us all.
The entirety of this piece grabbed and held tightly; yet, the following lines of verse struck and admonished – just a bit deeper:
“I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end ” (heed we do well to prepare)
Literally everything’s done masterfully to sheer perfection, Ma’am: Introduction photo and title, presentation, grammar, emotive power, sombre ambience, line-breaks, enjambment, vivid metaphor, and solemn imagery … everything, spot-on.
Again, I bow in reverence, gratitude, and respect for showing us how it’s done! ⁓ Richard🌾
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Soapbox: Here’s my 2¢ worth – dragged from dusty archives.
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ON LIFE † ON DEATH
From the unknown we come to the unknown we return.
we’re but brilliant flashes in the infinitely ethereal⁓*
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THE SUN….
setting at one point rises at another;
every moment of its motion is a setting and a rising.
For, as the sun rises in its setting and sets in its rising
… so is Life~so is Death …
We die when we are born and are born when we die.
Death~Sunrise … Sunset~Birth
ALL THESE….
are but the thoughts~dreams~fears of the
… Blind and Sleeping …
For, all Life is a death beginning and all Death is
Life continuing, neither separate from the other.
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In contemplation to the “impossibility” of coming from nowhere and going to nowhere, with no source and no destination.
This realization can bring great comfort from the loss of those who have left us, “that” there has
to be an eternal somewhere for Them … for Us.
Richard W. Jenkins
©2007
As always, I just want to slobber all over you, Richard. Can you seriously make me throb any harder? My God. The last time anyone complimented my poems this emphatically, I screwed him in his classroom after my exam… no condom and no lock on the door. Yes, we were interrupted. Ask me if I gave a shit.
So, professor… how long before your next class?
xoxo