Sunday, December 4, 2011

The details are in the listening

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The exhaustion of co-existing
with illness and past hurts
makes death's beckoning
curiously sapid.
I understand now
why my mother laid down
and allowed herself to be
taken so young.
Why not?
Cease to struggle and to
fight everyone and
everything; the siren
call of surrender, not
laziness or suicide.
I will likely live through
this, though my languid,
healing body is
for the first time
attentive
to that hail.
(Posted for One Single Impression 197, 12/4/11 and 
Gooseberry Garden's Poetry Picnic Week 16, 12/6/11)

7 comments:

  1. This is a very beautiful expression about how one perceives life... excellent words..

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  2. I, too, have heard and understood, but not heeded that siren call. You explore this concept deftly. Salute!

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  3. The many trials of life can make one seek a final ending. Such an emotional and tender piece.

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  4. this is another amazing one.
    excellent poetry.

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  5. a lot to think about here...nice job of writing

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  6. Sometimes it seems the only relief is the siren song of surrender to goodbye. Amazingly well-written glimpse into a place we both share.

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