earlier than I had intended, but what choice? Our options sucked up like a vacuum tube in a corn ucopia, so that first the sex melted like sugar cubes in milk, the sustenance dwindlng to flaccid. and our thoughts into smoke, only the one left: to
I feel that this poem can start over again at the end, and make the end the beginning. Awesome! I like the imagery you project into my mind with your words. Truly an enjoyable poem!
Her end is near, so soon, so young. She doesn't want to continue on. Life so precious, life so dear. Only a few years left for her. Much is locked inside her brain. Will she let it out like the rain that falls? Or hide in vacant, hollow halls, with her exciting life gone by, while she sits with salty tears and cries: I've lost it all, no longer me, how can I live, how can I be? She must be brave and tough it out. Somehow we must make her shout: I have time left, I'll use it wisely. My end can be a new beginning. I can leave behind a song worth singing, a story worth the telling. She can die and still live on... If only she will try.
A resounding Yes! Perhaps she will indeed wake up and see the light you are shedding toward her. A wonderful poem and a fine way to put this important message into words. Read it to her over and over.
Don't trust anyone over 30. Die young, leave a pretty corpse. Our generation of children looked for the Never-Never land of early death before we saw sagging breasts, gray hair, forgotten memories, many of which are best left that way. Over the hump, we reach Social Security find ourselves traveling downhill toward the last laps. Your panorama sees that lap in perspective. Life damaged beyond repair by incompetence, there is still too much life inside you to slow down. Live through your thoughts and words. I want to know, to hear. Tell your stories, write your poems. Your mind lives! Be heard!
There is no end without a beginning there is no beginning without an end. The worm, the Ourobouros bites its tail, time without end that begins and ends Phoenix-like, and yet without implosion Or explosion or indeed any sound at all.
I am always beginning, as I end I begin and begin as I end in a daily round as I live in each moment that dissolves into itself as I become again myself new each moment, dying in that moment seamlessly within the wholeness that is All
Lovely poem, Tasha! It echoes for me some of T.S. Eliot's lines, which in turn express ancient religious themes from a variety of Eastern and Western traditions …..
Thank you so much! I wish you might give thought to participating here, it is such fun! Plus stimulating. Having a prompt gives me some meat to chew on so to speak and gets me into a more original frame of mind when it comes to writing.
It's beautiful Tasha! The way you blended all your words together in the last stanza, I could see you beginning and ending and beginning and ending all over again. Great imagery.
Many Thanks, Dear Linda, Did you get my message? I have lost your email. Please send it to me? I sent Bonnie a card, did she receive it yet? Blessings to you all.
Yes, I will. just got back from a trip through time myself, I'll be writing about it next week. Do you see my Love notes on FB or ought I to send them to you? Love and hugs, with joy! and blessings, Tasha
Dear Linda, HELP!!! I have sent you to your email you gave me and no results, are you ok? I tried two versions, and the second came back, and the first didn't work for Paul of Omegapaff. Can you help? Mine is tashahal@aol.com or tashahal@gmail.com.
ReplyDeleteearlier than I had
intended, but what
choice? Our options
sucked up like a vacuum
tube in a corn
ucopia, so that first the
sex melted like sugar
cubes in milk, the
sustenance dwindlng
to flaccid. and our
thoughts into smoke, only
the one left: to
I feel that this poem can start over again at the end, and make the end the beginning. Awesome! I like the imagery you project into my mind with your words. Truly an enjoyable poem!
DeleteYour imagery is, as always, superb. I love "sex melted like sugar cubes in milk."
DeleteFine imagery, excellently put, in a clever yet effectively sincere way.
DeleteHer end is near, so soon, so young.
ReplyDeleteShe doesn't want to continue on.
Life so precious, life so dear.
Only a few years left for her.
Much is locked inside her brain.
Will she let it out like the rain that falls?
Or hide in vacant, hollow halls,
with her exciting life gone by,
while she sits with salty tears and cries:
I've lost it all, no longer me,
how can I live, how can I be?
She must be brave and tough it out.
Somehow we must make her shout:
I have time left,
I'll use it wisely.
My end can be a new beginning.
I can leave behind a song worth singing,
a story worth the telling.
She can die and still live on...
If only she will try.
I guess this really was an appropriate prompt for Bonnie's current situation. I wrote on the same subject.
DeleteA resounding Yes! Perhaps she will indeed wake up and see the light you are shedding toward her. A wonderful poem and a fine way to put this important message into words. Read it to her over and over.
DeleteENDING AND BEGINNING
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Don't trust anyone over 30. Die young, leave
a pretty corpse. Our generation of children
looked for the Never-Never land of early death
before we saw sagging breasts, gray hair, forgotten
memories, many of which are best left that way.
Over the hump, we reach Social Security
find ourselves traveling downhill toward the last laps.
Your panorama sees that lap in perspective.
Life damaged beyond repair by incompetence,
there is still too much life inside you to slow down.
Live through your thoughts and words. I want to know, to hear.
Tell your stories, write your poems. Your mind lives! Be heard!
I only wish she saw it this way. Well written poem; it read well aloud by the way...
DeleteA wonderful, wonderful statement in an effective, poetic form. May your wish be heard and your words ring true.
ReplyDeleteEndings and Beginnings
ReplyDeleteThere is no end without a beginning
there is no beginning without an end.
The worm, the Ourobouros bites its tail,
time without end that begins and ends
Phoenix-like, and yet without implosion
Or explosion or indeed any sound at all.
I am always beginning, as I end I begin
and begin as I end in a daily round
as I live in each moment that dissolves
into itself as I become again myself
new each moment, dying in that moment
seamlessly within the wholeness that is All
Lovely poem, Tasha! It echoes for me some of T.S. Eliot's lines, which in turn express ancient religious themes from a variety of Eastern and Western traditions …..
DeleteThank you so much! I wish you might give thought to participating here, it is such fun! Plus stimulating. Having a prompt gives me some meat to chew on so to speak and gets me into a more original frame of mind when it comes to writing.
DeleteSorry this is so late life has been incredibly busy lately and I have had little time to focus on anything but the immediate moment. Cheers to all.
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful Tasha! The way you blended all your words together in the last stanza, I could see you beginning and ending and beginning and ending all over again. Great imagery.
ReplyDeleteMany Thanks, Dear Linda, Did you get my message? I have lost your email. Please send it to me? I sent Bonnie a card, did she receive it yet? Blessings to you all.
DeleteTasha I have lost your email also. Mine is lrbole@yahoo.com. Please email me and I will update you on Bonnie. Love and hugs.
DeleteYes, I will. just got back from a trip through time myself, I'll be writing about it next week. Do you see my Love notes on FB or ought I to send them to you? Love and hugs, with joy! and blessings, Tasha
DeleteDear Linda, HELP!!! I have sent you to your email you gave me and no results, are you ok? I tried two versions, and the second came back, and the first didn't work for Paul of Omegapaff. Can you help? Mine is tashahal@aol.com or tashahal@gmail.com.
ReplyDeleteI tried lrbole@yahoo--as did Paul, and his came back. I tried 1rbole@yahoo and that returned to me. Can you help? one and l (el) are identical.
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