Simple Beautiful!
When man looses fun
Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse
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Cold is the color
of mid-winter hoar;
gold is a feeling
I felt once before.
Nineteen-seventy
I hereby declare
the end of involvement,
unfairness of war.
So near and so far,
too close for some,
one dearly departed
from what once begun
as gold, now cold,
in the hot humid sun:
This is your weapon;
that was your gun.
The child knows his pleasure,
when the man looses fun.
©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn
Wonderful poem….”Do not go gentle into that good night”
I’ve been thinking a lot about death lately. One week ago, last Saturday; my maternal grandmother celebrated her 80th birthday. We talked on the phone for about twenty minutes or so. It made me happy to hear she was doing well. It’s always a bright spot talking with her.
The next day, I got a phone call from my father. My Great-grandmother, Earlene Stone, had passed away. In a few months she would have been 105 years old. Today is her funeral.
A few days after getting the phone call from my dad, Pat sent me an email with a poem that he couldn’t get out of his head. The poem is titled “Do Not Go Gentle Into the Good Night” by Dylan Thomas. According to Pat, Thomas wrote the poem for his father, who was dying.
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Twice more the tale
Thorn to the brow
Spare no sting
Pressed and weary
Doubting minds
Project the prospects
.
Lash to the back
Peel the skin
Opened and naked
Ravenous hordes
Forfeit the appetite
.
Nail to the wrist
Twice more the tale
Bruised and afflicted
Desperate soil
Drink the purest blood
.
Spear to the side
Grasp the air
Washed and forsaken
Driving rains
Caress the landscape
.
nice concept
The howl is a sacred sound
lingering in the air like
early morning midst, filling
me with longing.
I would like to how like
that, throat vibrating in
perfect resonance, proclaiming
my longing for all to know
until at last I slide into
the shadows leaving only the
final not hovering in the dawn.
This is really good!
My lips hunger for the redemption
that can only be found in a soldiers kiss.
A cooling gaze, to temper my emotions
to prolong the agony before perfect bliss.