when it’s time to die,
i hope it happens at home–
here, in the forest
and so deep among the pines,
that nature can take its course
–photo by me
natural man (tanka)
Tag: death
the final gate
that final gate
looms all too near,
yet it is my belief
that death is not
something to fear–
it’s unending relief.
–photo by me
ash & woe
my wife
is in the closet
in an urn
for life
is no deposit,
no return
her soul,
in its divineness
had to go
and all
that’s left behind is
ash and woe
My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly
ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says
the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)
–Photo by Aaron
Escort
As I lay on the beach
Under tangerine skies,
Amid scattered
And twisted debris,
Thirteen dark birds
Were dispatched
From the sun,
And fast they came
‘Cross the dark sea.
They came to escort
A lost soul to the west;
Some soul that was
Newly set free,
And their black
Beady eyes
Looked around
For their prize–
Oh, why were they
Looking at me?
–Photo by me
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