Why

By hedgehog1

Thu, 22 Jun 2017
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All my life I've wandered

Over hills and over fields

The thing that I have pondered

Is just what my journeys yield

So much I've loved my wandering

I must ask the question why

Why  will it be such a piteous thing

As in one small grave I lie

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Poem
Fantasy
Opinion

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Oh, but the hope of salvation is for an even better place – not sitting on clouds, or just in a small grave, but an even better 'new heaven and new earth' than the present, no problems, no disease! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Good evening Rhiannon,

What you write is perfectly true, I have never been afraid of death and I reflect that in a poem I wrote just recently called "For the Love of Death" which I will post either Saturday or Sunday.

Edward

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Edward,

to have made journeys and wandered over many hills and fields and been contented, makes me think you are writing about a person  who doesn't like being closed in...hense the fear of being placed in a small grave. 

This poem makes a lot of sense to someone who is claustraphobic, even though they know they'll be dead.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

I've had a wonderful life wandering over Wales and England, but, never Scotland to my regret. As I wrote to Rhiannon I have never been afraid of death, it's a natural progression of being born. You are right I do get claustrophobic when in a crowd and maybe it was that, that caused me to write the way I did. I wrote a short poem called "My Poetry" which I will post next but one and maybe you can understand from that how poetry shows itself to me.

Edward