Pulled for submission
Although the subject of the poem is a little
macabre, it was inspired by a moment of perfect
solitude on the lake dock above. I happened to look at
the plank of wood I was leaning against, when I saw
my name inscribed there. Sort of hard to see
in the picture, but it made me smile.
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There's a viral pic going around over the net that perfect death would be Clint Eastwood shooting you, while Morgan Freeman is narrating it. But I can now say that this certainly is the most heavenly way to die.
But there's very many years before we get there. :)
Some moments are just perfect - when the breeze, the time, the place, and everything around seems to converge for a perfect moment of solitude. I think you had that moment when this poem came to you. Hope you get a bigger such moment, that makes you write a full blown novel. If it's anything like this poem, you'll beat J.K. Rowling in the richest author list.
Only the thought of the manner of death can be macabre. The situation you describe would in and of itself would not be an unholy last vision of the Earth Sarah. And the plank would make a fitting tombstone.
I really want to comment but walking man pretty much said it all.
I can say "amen" to this.
I actually saw a lot of joy in this poem, an appreciation for the order of things, a sense of peace.
Lovely, Sarah.
Aniket, I need to get out with my camera more often. Who knows? Maybe a novel will come of it (once I'm done with this one, and yes, it WILL get done). :)
It was a beautiful afternoon. Thanks.
Mark, my thoughts exactly. Thank you.
Travis, he has a way of doing that, doesn't he?
Charles, my kind of church.
Jaz, I'm glad you felt those things, because that's exactly how I intended it.
Solitude is necessary, but so are friends. It means a lot to share this sort of thing with you and everyone here. Thank you.
I didn't get a macabre vibe at all. I completely got the wonderful moment. We all need more of those. I'm glad you got yours.
Wendy, thank you! It was a needed escape.
Quite recently I had a thought that when my time is up I'll be willing to go but please don't let it be on a gorgeous spring day when nature is so full of life.
But now, after reading your poem, Sarah, I wonder why I had that thought.
Beautiful!
Margaret, it's a worthy thought, and the other side of the coin I painted here. To leave such a feast of sights and sounds does seem unbearable.
If only there were a third way! :)
Thank you for your very kind words here, Margaret. So wonderful to see you, as always!
'Let the sun roll off the tip of my tongue...'
I love how this bursts with life in the same breath as it speaks of dying. Really calming.
Atta, thank you. Exactly what I intended.
i like the line: Let the sky sit blue. for some reason that resonated with me.
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