growing into death
if I must die
I want to exhale
my soul into the wind
through fingers twisted into stars
if I must die
my heart will crack through its door
like a seed bursting
into flight
growing into death
dry wings will fly again
into autumn's
silken air
hard roots
unclasp my body, and fall away
while bees capture
the sun's golden hum
endlessly
kissing me
into sleep
I want to exhale
my soul into the wind
through fingers twisted into stars
if I must die
my heart will crack through its door
like a seed bursting
into flight
growing into death
dry wings will fly again
into autumn's
silken air
hard roots
unclasp my body, and fall away
while bees capture
the sun's golden hum
endlessly
kissing me
into sleep
posted by Yes at 11:51 AM
6 Comments:
alright, firebird... you have me begging for mercy... oh my lord, you have such a stunning way with words! wow!
Bravo... Encore
Oh, snowsparkle--your comments blow me away! Thanks again...
Tomscot--I'm so happy to see you here...don't be a stranger!
Growing into death...Ahhh- you have exposed me to a new thought- to a new way of thinking.
When we are young, we are not resigned to death...it is what we oppose with every fiber of our being. But as we age, we come to the terrible understanding that we will end- or this body will end. The farther we are from birth the closer we grow into the understanding of death.
And once we have inhaled the idea that we will shed this skin...we exhale the notion that perhaps there really is more to us than what we can see.
That there is a spirit...just like sunshine and moonshine are not the sun and moon, but the essence of those things, and it lingers.
Your words touch- in more ways than one. Thank you for the way share your thoughts and words...I so appreciate them :)
After reading this, I am ready for release.
Mayden--you have certainly done some deep thinking--and express these ideas so beautifully! I love what you say about sunshine and moonshine, that is so perfect...
Oh, and the little pussycat is adorable, is it yours? (of course, the previous picture was adorable, too!)
Mermaid-- "release" was my first working title for this poem--thanks for being so perceptive!
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