Dying a Little Every Day
Not the matter of morbidity (matter does matter there!)
But of humanity pushing inhumanity on the Other
We die a little; we die more when we loved the "other" before
Avarice, Impatience, Unkindness, Arrogance ... all that ego
Kills word by word, thought by thought; slashes and red gashes echo
(The Potter's love for clay and art; we pretend we
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Categories:
dying(a), bible, fear, kindergarten,
Form: Rhyme
Dying a Little With Each and Every Breath
Quote- Henri Barbusse
""We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this is what it is: To continue to be, to be more and more, to develop and to endure. All the force we have, all our energy and clearness of mind
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Categories:
dying(a), art, death, deep, humanity,
Form: Sonnet
Dying a Million Times and More
I tried to live this life...
But I feel so empty…
The silence is beating me down...
As low as the bed of the sea…
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I can’t sear and seal...
The bad memories I left behind...
I tried to ignore, breathe with it...
But it keeps on drowning me...
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If I could only turn back the time...
I would go sooner than my innocence...
I’ll
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Categories:
dying(a), pain, relationship, sad,
Form: Free verse
For the Dying, a Journey Through the Alphabet
Avoid becoming concrete.
Death encroaching
freezes great hearts.
Illuminate joy.
Kindle love.
Magnify!
Never orally
practice quaint
rhetoric. Speak truths.
usurp violent waters.
X-ray your zenith.
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Categories:
dying(a), celebration, death, inspirational, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
Her Dying - a Memory -
She had a stroke six weeks before
and slept downstairs
'So they could keep an eye on her
- my lovely grandmother, Elizabeth.
I would whisper
'Granny, are you alright?'
and be shushed out of the room.
On December 12th, 1961
she was dying. They knelt around the bed
and said the Rosary.
May and Lizzie, their husbands and children,
cousins and neighbours, droning their
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Categories:
dying(a), nostalgia, old, old,
Form: Prose Poetry