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

You make me tremble every time I read your words … and wonder where the hell do you even imagine such things… no not hell..you must be one of those aligned in outer space

Did I not tell you that I’m running for Pope? Where has my mind been? I mean, I think it’s about time for a female Pope, don’t you? Enough of these old guys who can barely walk. I could be much more exciting on the balcony.

Kisses to you, girl! Fly with me…

and a big, “Give it to me Daddy”

Brilliant work.

You’ve surprised me with this one.

Very very good💋

You are so versatile in your writing. Love it Dk.

I think this poem can be interpreted in different ways. It can the literal death or the symbolic death as in writer’s block. And you have spoken of that beautifully! Well done “)

I’m so glad, Mr. Dragon! Ironically, I was just on DUP and had a note from administration that they wanted to include this poem in the DUP Anthology under dark poetry. I happily gave them permission.

xoxo

You should go over there and offer some of your poems. They were all amazing. I’m thinking they have waited a little late to start collecting pieces for this anthology. Lots of people have already closed their accounts.

Sorry… I’m not going to comment on this… I have to take a shower

Wait, don’t you need to wash your underwear?

Well, I could write some nasty words where you could feel them…