Monday, 25 April 2011

The Blessing

He died, just like that!  Brutal fact.

A life of action finished finally, trapped immobile, in body passed its sell by.

The timing was not his, but the setting, how he would have wished.

Not for him the rhythmical buzz of the morphine drive.

Nor the metallic taste of death, clinging to the throat, stinging the eyes.

For when the mind grows weak or cynical, weary of this world.

Death is a blessing, bestowed on us all.

(NaPoWriMo 2011)

(Oneshotwednesday 27/04/11)
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15 comments:

  1. Quirina25 April 2011 at 14:21

    Stunning words, Abigail. Death is always violent in some way, which makes it hard for us to see the liberty it brings. Q x

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  2. Monty26 April 2011 at 12:37

    thanks. having suffered and watched the suffering of others at far too many services, we'd all do well to remember. . .there's times, Death's coming is but a blessing :)

    Monty / bummy

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  3. Anonymous26 April 2011 at 23:08

    very well expressed wording to grasp the reader and your poem really grasps me, and in so many ways, i can relate to it...a painful way to escape the pain indeed...when one can no longer stand 'to be'...death is 'just like that' and we lose so much of ourselves caught up in aspects of life that do not matter...your poem leaves me with much to contemplate on many levels...good write...

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  4. Brian Miller26 April 2011 at 23:17

    death can be a blessing..watching my MIL waste away over 2 years...ack i dont want it...take me in the blink of an eye...

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  5. Anonymous27 April 2011 at 03:35

    So sad, but so real.
    "For when the mind grows weak or cynical, weary of this world. Death is a blessing, bestowed on us all."

    Deborah @ThirtyCreative

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  6. ayala27 April 2011 at 13:42

    Sad ...reminds of my mom suffering, hanging and the desperation of watching it.

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  7. Ann Grenier27 April 2011 at 15:19

    I will consider it a wonderful gift to die instantly without lingering. Your poem takes a moment in life and makes it live and speak to others. Thank you.

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  8. Unknown27 April 2011 at 16:11

    So very true.
    Well written.
    Here is my One SHot:
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/04/27/mourning-melody/

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  9. DeLi27 April 2011 at 16:18

    Dickinson once wrote: unable are the loved to die. In your verses, he'll always breath

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  10. John (@bookdreamer)27 April 2011 at 19:13

    Powerful issues about the quality of our dying and death given the power of medical interventions. I wrote on this theme last week.

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  11. The Linnet27 April 2011 at 19:43

    Thankyou all for your most kind comments :)

    I will have a look John and Kim.

    Ayala, I hope my poem did not cause you too much pain :(

    This poem was inspired by a recent loss, he passed away in his sleep, after a life of activity and simple pleasures.

    Thanks Abi

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  12. James Rainsford27 April 2011 at 21:23

    A moving and authentic poem with some powerful and evocative imagery.

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  13. The Linnet28 April 2011 at 18:43

    James,

    thankyou for your lovely comment.

    Abi

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  14. Reflections5 May 2011 at 06:41

    Love the evocative feel, the fabulous imagery... wonderful write.

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  15. The Linnet6 May 2011 at 19:51

    Thank you for your lovely comment :)

    Abi

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