Beautiful Death
Would that I, when faced with leaving
vibrant existence,
where once my face shone
more brightly than the eyes
of heaven,
continue to smile with fading
roses on my cheeks still
fragrant and sweet in the shadow of
the inevitable coming of the
reaping.
Would that I might cling to the useless
branch of hope while
basking in the open arms
of eternity with a golden acceptance
and dignity, holding fast my
memories while releasing
all thought of bright
Spring’s passing.
Would that my lifeless form
be remembered with
admiration, even as was
the supple flesh and
sinewy matter which called
itself woman while I strolled
the path of the dream
on this blue and green dot.
Would that grace go before
vanity, wiping out
fear and trepidation as
I step across the threshold into
vast endlessness
into the forever beauty of
the soul’s release,
a splash of prismatic color
on the canvas of forever.
Cheryl Pennington
copyright photo and words
2014
You have a way to express some of the most complicated emotions in a simple way. Simply brilliant.
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Behind every complicated emotion is a simple reason. Thank you Sharukh! I am so happy you enjoyed the poem. I am also happy you are enjoying your holidays my friend. Hello to Sarah!
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Sarah says Hello to you. I always enjoy your poems. They inspire me to write few of my own. Now, that’s a different issue that I do not find enough time for it, but that nudge to write more is something I was missing earlier.
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You should. I feel you have a poet’s soul.
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Very beautiful words. You sure know how to get to people using poetry.
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Hi! Thank you. I hope your ho,idays are filled with more lovely celebrations!
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Thank you, I hope your holidays are filled with family. frends good food and good spirits!
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And many thanks to you as well. 🎄🎁
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And many thanks to you as well. 🎄🎁
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Wow, Cheryl. These words are beautifully woven.
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Thank you kindly Karen. I hope you have been well.
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Heartwarming words on a heartrending subject. The wistful tone is truly affecting. I feel it.
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One wonders how they will handle that perfect moment of leaving this dream. I think nature does it boldly, beautifully and without regret. Thanks Peter.
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Well titled!
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Thank you. So glad you enjoyed the poem.
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