He lay himself
Bare
On the ground.
Stripped into
A fraction of his
Former self, yet
In his memory
A giant
Still,
And let the blanket of
Red
Caress him
Through to the
Other side of life,
And into the
Eternal
Sleep.
For the dVerse poetry challenge: red
Na’ama, did you make that look like a knife on purpose (that’s what it looks like to me)? There is a certain ambivalence I feel when reading this one. The poppies look peaceful, but there is an underlying air of hopelessness to it.
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No, not on purpose at all, though interesting that a blade is what it appears it can look like. My original wording was for the log, returning, bare, to the ground, in a field of red (not poppies but Anemones, by the way). As I wrote, I was also thinking of some of the realities faced by all too many these days, for the frailty at the end of life. Acceptance, more than hopelessness, though perhaps there is that, too, for all too many. Thank you for this comment. End-of-life, be it by illness or old age or the combination, is such a complicated reality – and often holds ambivalence – and the world is facing it in ways it perhaps hadn’t for some time.
Na’ama
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❤
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I like the feel of transition in your poem from this life to the next…
Also has a feel of Flanders Field in it, with the beautiful red poppies!
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Thanks, Roth.
I believe these are Anemones, though they so look a lot like poppies, and often bloom in tandem in the same fields in the area where this photo was taken. Here’s to easy transitions, and none before their times.
Na’ama
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Beautiful flowers for sure. Yes the wish of all to have an easy transition!
Dwight
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Amen to that, Dwight!
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Beautifully done, Na’ama… a gentle transfer to the other side.
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Thank you, Dale.
May all transitions be gentle, and none too early. XOXO
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I am in no rush, whatsoever!
xoxo
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Me neever….
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I imagine that written on a memorial stone
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Wow. Well, if it is speaks to someone that way, then perhaps, eh?
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🙂
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🙂
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wonderful
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Thank you, Tina! 🙂
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I love the consideration given to this log returning to the earth.
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Thank you, Sherry! The cycles of life and rebirth and return and reclaiming is amazing, isn’t it? 🙂
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I like the description of the blanket of red caressing him.
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Thanks, Frank! I’m glad. I saw the photo and the way the log was surrounded by the beauty of the red flowers, like a blanket. 🙂
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Beautiful written Na’ama :).
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Thank you!
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