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There Are No Second Chances
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When it was still summer
When it was still summer
we lay together in the tall grass.
Weeks later the leaves have all come down,
shrouding the dead ground.
Yesterday I tried to translate
the note scrawled on my tombstone.
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I had a friend who believed in heaven;
she was cursed with a conscience.
Yesterday I tried to translate
the note scrawled on my tombstone.
ll
I had a friend who believed in heaven;
she was cursed with a conscience.
I suppose I had my own moral code,
but I wonder, if I could live again,
would I make the same mistakes,
the same poor choices.
but I wonder, if I could live again,
would I make the same mistakes,
the same poor choices.
lll
I rest in the deep shadows,
eternally damned,
while the raw north wind blows.
God is gone from my radar.
There is emptiness everywhere;
there is nothing worse than this place.
12 comments:
I'm glad it's still summer...
There is a hint of Poe in this, Marianne. Nicely done.
Pamela
A heavy weight anchors this piece. It's a rough go for some, with or without a moral code. I'm glad we are not in that empty place.
Your wisdom laced with cynicism works well. Not as macabre as it seems. A "soul" search.
This is a stunningly poignant piece. We have great faith in mind somehow outliving life and being able to reflect in this way. We should instead look at our children and theirs too and say there is part of me living on in them.
What a surprising reflection and one, I am sure, many of us share at some point. Like the tone you somehow found to weave these words together. The piece flows and really draws the reader in,
Elizabeth
second chance? o,yes,no mistakes, we're learning, the situations will be repeated until we get the lesson...we're exactly there where suppose to be...cheers
A second chance is a blessing and an education. You've blended it very well Marianne!
Hank
Hauntingly beautiful!!
God always welcomes our petitions and does not mind at all, how often we knock to call and plead with him!! That means hope!!
Whoa! this was just plain excellent. Just love the tone of it, especially the last stanza.
like everyone else, totally loved this..
I especially loved the last two lines - in every stanza..
Soulful poem...
in the shadows, let it be
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