Rebirth
By skinner_jennifer
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In long forgotten graveyards
earths darkness rests so still,
no rainbows arch deep down
where personal treasures can
be found,
those misty memories now
just deaths skeletal place of
rest...where tears dissolve
in sorrowful goodbyes, a
lament as blurred seasons
pass with Autumn's shadows.
Now, released from somber malady,
awaken soul – letting go with thirst
to fly these rotting bones...then!
Listen, hear me on a clear day,
a tree top breeze, rushing spirit
surging, plunging waterfalls,
cascading into fast running rivers
and streams, later drifting on shape
shifting clouds. Moreover! As mother
suckles her newborn tenderly, think!
maybe that baby could be me.
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Great contrast in this poem,
Great contrast in this poem, from Earth's "still darkness" to "rushing spirit surging"! I like that you remind me of "forgotten graveyards", all the billions of people who have passed out of all knowledge now, and a baby born with new life opening the world
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Hi Jenny
Hi Jenny
This poem meant a lot to me. Your description of the grave yard, and the sadness, and then the joy of release and the possible new life. The 10th anniversary of my husband's death is coming up soon. I was thinking the other night, that after 10 years, they won't be anything left but bones - but he was embombed - which the funeral home lady told me was essential for a person who died of lymphoma, as the body would leak otherwise. Not a very pleasant thought. So maybe he still looks like he did, but I know his soul is not there, and more than once it ocurred to me, if he had any choice in the matter, he would choose to be reincarnated into a family member. So our newest grandson has always had my special attention.
Jean
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This has lots of wonderful
This has lots of wonderful lines, but these stood out for me.
earths darkness rests so still,
no rainbows arch deep down
I like the light and dark shades of this.
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