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How to Die

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How to Die

At a carnival- in my dream
I saw an old man had made 
a rocket - and blasted off
I saw it go overhead and at first thought
It was a decoy
because no-one could come back to Earth safely
From such a blast
Then - I assumed because he was old 
he wanted to die in a 
Blaze of glory
Next I see his rocket turn into a parachute
And he has on snow skis and poles
We all make a space for him to land.
As he lands - the street turns into a river- 
and he manages to land upright
on the skis - on the water.
But I think then he had a heart attack
From the joy of landing 
Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 3/10/2016 7:09:00 PM
Well done for dream state.
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Date: 3/11/2016 12:30:00 AM
Thanks Iris: this one did come to me in a dream.
Date: 7/21/2015 7:41:00 PM
oh I really enjoy this one. It really is the stuff dreams are made of!!
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Date: 10/17/2014 10:54:00 AM
Wow, what a dream! So happy you remembered the details so that you could pen it down quickly... this is so cool! It's all so bizarre and yet heavily metaphorical... I think I'll add this one to my faves.
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Date: 7/8/2014 1:59:00 PM
That's one way! :-) I think we land with a new perspective--that dying simply paves the way to a larger experience that we already know. I look forward to it.
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Date: 6/27/2014 11:53:00 PM
OK this is brilliant, loved it!
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Date: 6/27/2014 11:22:00 PM
Wow Suzanne, this is really original and interestingly surreal...thanks for the comment on my Goethe Stanza poem also
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Date: 6/12/2014 7:32:00 AM
I am faving this one! I have read it several times and it gets better each read. It seems like the rocket blast, the parachute, skiing were the old man navigating the obstacles of life then at the end succumbing to joy found in the knowledge that each time he jumped he landed safely and sure footed to keep running the race set before him. Hmmm, maybe you didn't intend it to be this deep but anyway, I love it.
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Date: 6/9/2014 8:42:00 AM
Wow this made me think of the TV series Carnivale ...just off center..I really enjoyed it...love Jayne xxx
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Date: 6/6/2014 10:03:00 PM
A happy farewell...very creative write
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Date: 6/6/2014 5:28:00 AM
Very deep and thought provoking expressions, suzanne
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