Lyrics of wisdom…
Check spelling on ‘strength’ first line and ‘through’ in the 3rd stanza.
Your meter for this piece is strong, the primary poetic element. It is assertive and authoritative.

Beautifully penned, Jade. This was a wise and uplifting read. Appreciate you.

Damian

💜⚘️

An insightful write! Well done “)

Great insight. Totally diggin this vibe

Naaj

Happy anniversary….

It doesn’t look very happy, does it? LOL
Thanks for reading, Peter!

I can make it happy for you….lol

As it may be a memorial for the passing of someone, it holds a momento mori!

That would be the day I follow suit… I don’t remember I have read this… you’re hiding things from me…mmmmm

Actually, I’m a fan of Emily Dickenson, and this is inspired by her work

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

Thank you so much.

I appreciate it.

Thanks. Much appreciated.

Cleverly penned, Thomas. I remember a stray cat when I was a teenager, many summers ago. Saw him catch a bird right out of the air. He would only let us pet him on the back porch, once off the porch he wouldn’t let you near him. We also fed him tuna, he was a great hunter as well. I had a stray female later on in life that helped me kill a snake. She was friendlier than the male. She would bring us gifts, dead mouse, dead bird, dead mole, she wanted to take care of her family, which was us in her eyes. I also owned three indoor cats, they’re truly fascinating animals. Sorry for the rant, my friend. My cats passed a few years back, so any story about cats hits my heartstrings. This was an incredible write. Appreciate you.

Damian

Very cool. I have 3 female indoor cats. Shadow, Nukowski and Mojo. Love them. Thank you, my friend.

Very good ink. Enjoyed this and that last line well that has heavy meaning

Bat

Thank you.

Thank you for taking time to read and comment. It means a lot to me!

Brilliantly penned, Drieks. Fabulous flow & wordplay my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Beautifully penned, LDF. Really dig your use of imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian