olden southern cemetery shadows hide your inventory ancient oaks dripping Spanish moss I follow a path criss-crossing human glory finding delicate offerings decades lain enshrined from crying loved ones long forgotten despair crumbled headstones beyond repair…whispered sighing some aren’t at peace where they lay restless disquietude displays crypts show signs of being disturbed [...]
All posts tagged death
Fate
unavoidable hatchlings left unattended empty nest syndrome ∞ spring budding appears years follow years…destiny decrees renewal ∞ vulnerable snake molting skin leaves him exposed hawk hovers, then swoops ∞ withering decline weak, slow, soft, decaying breath death gently enters An entry for Haiku Heights where the prompt is FATE: http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/
Posted by Bodhirose on March 5, 2012
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2012/03/05/fate/
Unthinkable
We leave in a sigh, or not even that. Breath ceases, the shell is spent. Maybe illness comes before; the body lingers, finishing its chore. Sometimes death appears suddenly, the beat of the heart cut short …gone swiftly. Perhaps in youth it visits its chosen, we’re taken off guard, shocked and frozen. Not yet! Too [...]
Posted by Bodhirose on January 22, 2012
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2012/01/22/unthinkable/
The Wheel of Becoming
Our individual path weaves us in and out but choices are ours to continue around. The wheel of becoming transports us places, bringing trials that tests our mettle. There’s a lower realm and a higher; seek the light or close your eyes. Painful lessons bring us suffering. Oh, to let go and find nirvana! We’re [...]
Posted by Bodhirose on October 11, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/the-wheel-of-becoming/
Only Memories…
Never to rejoin In this earthly realm again Only memories…
Posted by Bodhirose on July 2, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/07/02/only-memories/
When the Moment Comes I Die
When the moment comes I die My breath will leave me with a sigh Ahh, at last I’ll be at rest All trials and burdens will be in the past I’ll be alone when I am gone– Alike the same as when I came This shell will be tired and withered worn And I’ll be [...]
Posted by Bodhirose on April 5, 2011
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/04/05/when-the-moment-comes-i-die/
Whose Bones are These?
Hiking along the well-worn path always looking down ahead of me, I spy some bones laid out neatly. They’re tiny and delicate, perfect in form of the animal that once had enclosed them. How had he died, what fate had he faced that ended his life upon that trail? He wasn’t eaten, his bones were [...]
Posted by Bodhirose on November 24, 2010
http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2010/11/24/whose-bones-are-these-2/
Gayle Walters Rose
Poets United
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