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Silence to Silence
I do not recall if I thought much about death,
then.
But then again,
I have always been -
Infused in shadow,
Having always said:
I brought something back from the other side
from that catastrophic ride
ending in critical condition.
It was all my decision,
to almost die,
to travel down that road into the unknown:
To see:
Fate & or destiny.
To hold a candle to the canvas of that painting
collapsed in colors of the prosaic.
It was my decision.
I remember what it felt like to ride
in a car after;
It was like a roller coaster
headed for disaster, faster.
And the light,
O the light
Beaming streaming bright
out of sight
Technicolor over the senses
just right
But this light,
in contrast -
Comes with companion darkness
and knowledge of the places
We go
To die
And see the extinguished trinity
[Heart, Mind, Soul]
One after the other
From silence to silence.
Published 30th Oct 2021
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30th Oct 2021 1:46pm
oh (hugs)...and more (hugs)
I hear you and I am so very glad you are here with us, my lovely friend 🙏🏻
Just a reminder - 💙
🌹 - xo
B
I hear you and I am so very glad you are here with us, my lovely friend 🙏🏻
Just a reminder - 💙
🌹 - xo
B
31st Oct 2021 12:24pm
31st Oct 2021 3:04am
Dear CO,
The POV in this write as the writer and orchestrator of ones own death was amazing. Each reflection, so openly compelling because of all the mystery behind death. All the types of thoughts that barrage the mind when careening towards death are so varied, and you capture them so vividly and brilliantly. From the opening stanza to the closing this poem hooked your reader to see you through. A difficult subject to on which to comment. The courage with which to write about it, immeasurable. I’m glad you are here to express it. H🌷
The POV in this write as the writer and orchestrator of ones own death was amazing. Each reflection, so openly compelling because of all the mystery behind death. All the types of thoughts that barrage the mind when careening towards death are so varied, and you capture them so vividly and brilliantly. From the opening stanza to the closing this poem hooked your reader to see you through. A difficult subject to on which to comment. The courage with which to write about it, immeasurable. I’m glad you are here to express it. H🌷
31st Oct 2021 12:24pm
31st Oct 2021 3:53am
Your description and feeling noted in this poem is on a different level.
I've seen people talk about it and I've always wondered if there is comfort in
knowing there is something else after. The seeing is believing factor that is
experienced through such traumatic life changing moment.
This was a gripping read for me.
I've seen people talk about it and I've always wondered if there is comfort in
knowing there is something else after. The seeing is believing factor that is
experienced through such traumatic life changing moment.
This was a gripping read for me.
31st Oct 2021 12:25pm
