Tag Archives: Death

The mystery of a gun

Why would someone want to have a weapon which can kill ? Why would someone think it clever, to injure, hurt, destroy? Why would someone take delight in blood and tears and death? Why would someone think a gun defends … Continue reading

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Haunted

Images slow haunt through headless days, where time can only mock and ridicule, and memories do gather in dark clouds; how life can show us that we are a fool. In wanting to believe of what might be, in holding … Continue reading

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death in life

There can be death in life, with no body cold and still; the person gone but form remains, recognizable, in the material at least, but not in the emotional, or in mind, or thought, or action, or belief, and yet … Continue reading

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Curled imaginings

Pillow-huddled, curled toward her own imaginings, The bones held loose in panting flesh, She lay upon the self-breathing bed, almost as if, they rose and fell as one.    This bed of life could rise and fall, With one sure … Continue reading

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Rememberance Day

Maggots chew and suck through rotting flesh, that soup sublime, as all is slow reduced in ordered time, and deliquescent dance dictates, reduction, as  Death, takes charge, determined and imagined; sensual and seductive, grasping shredding hands, to lead the lost … Continue reading

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Carrion crows

Gleaming black with royal sheen your feathers slicked and tamed you strut the stage of life’s last days- beside the hearse you stand. A nod, a bow, the words polite but nought is truly named, you know your part, repeat … Continue reading

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The Towers of Silence in Bombay

Calling, climbing, circling, raucous in the heat – servants stiffly suited in preen of deepest black. Funeral in their finery they swoop, and glide and cry around the Towers of Silence; their table full supplied. The garden grows in ramble … Continue reading

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Autumn

Misted red and chill-kissed gold, Autumn’s silent stare with patient watch and fingers stretched, reveals the heart laid bare. Undressed, full-stripped before the world, all honours, glory paid, in tribute to the darkening lord who comes to take her place. … Continue reading

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Love’s close cords

Love’s close cords in cobweb cling throughout my very world, sheer-shimmering, they spread their threads to clothe my shivering soul They weave the shawl which sheathes my fear and warms my shuddering heart and bids me still, to know again … Continue reading

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We look upon our children

We look upon our children through years which gift in hours, and sometimes even minutes, or seconds in those times of pain, where eternity gathers in small, cold hands, the pieces of what we had believed that life would bring, … Continue reading

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