December is poetry month here at WillSpirit. Please forgive the digression as I take a needed break from essay writing. Just scroll back to November to get to the real substance.
I love to live though often it’s not fun,
And enjoy my loves despite their ending pain.
I love to race though seldom have I won,
And rush to work though little have I gained.
I earn my keep but not to buy and spend.
I eat my meals though hunger comes again.
I will embrace though loving always ends.
I will breathe out so I can breathe back in.
Our days aren’t meant for us but to enjoy,
And living well means more than peace and ease.
Life bestows its sorrow, hurt and toil.
And death we share with thousand-year-old trees.
Life’s a hellish heaven, experienced and lived
To leaf and flower, fruit, decline and give.
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Wendy Love at http://depressiongetaway.com/
I have been enjoying your poetry, especially this one. Poignant is the only word I can think of to describe some of your images. A ‘hellish heaven’, mmmm, that will stick with me. One of my comforts is remembering that there is a heaven, that this is my temporary home….
Posted at December 27, 2011 on 7:40am.
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Will at http://willspirit.com
Thanks, Wendy. Best wishes for the coming year.
Warmly,
–Will
Posted at December 31, 2011 on 11:56am.