Origami
By Geertje Jong
Wed, 19 Jan 2011
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I have had enough
Ready to meet my maker
The sickness has finished me
Brought me to my knees
I am no longer begging for life
Just longing for the sleep
When I can spread my wings
Which unfold like origami
From beneath my scapula
To soar and catch the thermals
And fly toward the light
To be captured and cradled
By the everlasting night
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This is a very sad, but also
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This is a very sad, but also beautiful poem.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.
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lovely! ps I think it's
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
lovely!
ps I think it's cradled, not craddled
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Gosh - this is so very
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Gosh - this is so very poignant, Geertje and so lovely.
Tina;-)
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I adore everything about
I adore everything about this poem Geetje such poignant imagery, I enjoyed very much. I've read it over about five times now and find it absolutely enchanting.
Beeme xx
k.
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