it is morning
the night not yet
ascended
in the ocean
whale song
and the river
breathes
there is madness
and survival
death and Afghanistan
I meditate on these things,
life turns over another
page
Love,
You are here with me
the peonies burst with flame.
Comments
Thanks dear for your
Thanks dear for your suggestions and reading, but this poem stays as is.
The whale song reverberates, it's a given that whales singing is the cause.
I spoke of 4 separate things in stanza 3.... madness. survival. death and Afghanistan
I rarely use connecting words in the last sentence such as as. ;-) They stand on their own.
All is well in Oz this morning (for me)?
~
Wellllll....missy!
Wellllll....missy!
You might have given me suggestions that I *would have used*....lol.
Hugs,
~
oh Anna!
I do not think I have ever seen you make a change to a poem based on feedback. That should make make you my automatic enemy on Neopoet.
You are an arrogant bitch, but a fucking good arrogant bitch. Nee, a lioness.
Hahaha. Just because you
Hahaha. Just because you haven't seen it, doesn't mean I haven't changed a poem, (as a matter of fact, more than a few poems based on critiques. However, sometimes I admit to deliberating, or sleeping on it.
;-)
Meow.
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~A
LOVELY FINALE FOR A MEDITATION
I meditate on these things,
life turns over another
page
Another occasion
for a fresh meditation
life churns
and turns
to return
Sometimes, Loved, the pain of
Sometimes, Loved, the pain of it all is unbearable and death is a welcome friend, so as not to add even one more drop to it.
~A
death is no
panacea
fighting for ones right
in this one and only life
gives more pleasure
death is exhaustion
extinction
like eusthania
Indeed. the spirit is
Indeed. the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. ;-) I often think, that we are immortal beings and we have programmed ourselves for death until we get the *living* part right.
What do you think?
~A
GIVE ME TIME
To think
then i will say
Engineered
Heredity
or over ruling
all in its entirety
we live but one life
singularly
so let me be
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
INDIVIDUALLY
HOPEFULLY
AND
WILFULLY
I pose as the flaneur, in this conversation between you
and loved. Intrigued.
I re-read the poem.
Ah! yes, I see you both more clearly.