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

This is heart breakingly …familiar

Fortunately for me it doesn’t happen very often but once upon a time she would have come looking for me….. 😔

Thanks for reading and the comment.
I guess it’s the sad reality of ageing when libidos are not in sync anymore.
It is sad but in an other way it’s kind of lovely that we started a fire,kept it going for years and now there’s not much fuel left to keep it alight…..lol

You’re very sweet and dare I say quite clever with words.😘