When There is No More: A Poem of Hope: About the End.
Can one poem make us hope?
What does 'the end' really represent to us?
'When there is no more' is about the end - what it represents in different situations and its effect on those who experience it. Everyone hopes to avoid the inevitable outcome, or hopes that the chances of it eventuating are not 'allowed' to take precedence over other more 'tangible' experiences. As such, many go to vast extremes to 'soften' the event... that time when our mortality will be tested and found to be wanting.
Life, as we perceive to 'know' it, is said to be for living and yet in many respects, in death we are often perceived by others to have a greater opportunity to live! Perhaps, immortality can exist when it is perceived to be, a 'fitting' tribute to someone whom we loved, as opposed to what we often choose to perceive as being a 'fitting' tribute to a stranger! Perhaps, we need to ask our compassionate selves, what really does that detachment mechanism say about 'us' in regards to character, the whole picture, or nature of events?
'When There is No More,' is about letting go of those different earthly things and people that we have held dear in our lives... There are two poems here, both are allegories that represent far more than the finality of dying. Perhaps, our lives are designed to provide great illustrations of our mortal frailties, including the irony of our circumstances, as are found in Pearldiver's second poem, 'About the End.' Please, take the time to find the messages within these poems. They are intentionally written to be thought provoking, so you will enjoy them more, if you read the two poems aloud and slowly. Enjoy the life you have, from a zen perspective, it really may become more special than you think... and take care.
Copyright © 2012 - 2013 Pearldiver nzpol with all rights reserved.
A poem of hope - about the end.
'When There is No More'
Will you then be able to finally forget...
how vulnerable I made you feel...
when I first looked deeply into the eyes of your soul?
I asked you, what you were thinking, although I already knew
So when my life, reaches its vanishing point and is gone!
Will you forget? Finally, when there is no more, me...
And will you then, be able to truly justify...
all those detached years, prone to selfish disappointment?
Years in which you betrayed a heart so willingly
A heart innocently given and desperately needing to beat
When my life years have passed on, as if merely tears lost to the rain
Will you then, truly justify the rain? At the end, when there is no more, me...
Will you then be able, to see with clarity, all the truly tangible values...
of departing souls and how important each day is...
for creatures of the wild; as are those half tone hours...
in which daylight and darkness merge and then become...
dawn or dusk and remembered for, where we stand, in relation to our sun
Will you then understand and see the true values of everyone?
Will you honor me, with a flower’s life, a fleeting thought...
or just a wry smile, not secretly held from view, of others?
Those others, who know you far differently, far less deeply...
than your shadow and my own, always did, so intimately
When my life cries out, one last time to be, remembered by at least, the life it gave!
Will you say goodbye? At the end, when there is no more, me...
Or will you dishonor your soul and coldly look the other way...
though energy twists and swirls, within your tangled hair...
then gently brushes your cheek, your heart, to let you know, it’s only me...
And I’m leaving now, I must let go, all that I have ever been, or held so dear
Will you then finally, in the end, forgive my mortal vulnerability?
So I can hope you smile again, when you feel my waning energy? In the end, when there is no more, truly, no more me!
♥By Pearldiver ♥
Copyright © 2012 - 2013 Pearldiver nzpol with all rights reserved.
How strong do people really perceive or expect others to be?
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In life, is it just hope that happens with or without us... every day?
‘About the End.’
It happened unexpectedly today…..
There was no flash, or boom, or shock wave, no drum roll
Though there must have been, some informative sign
As many gathered curiously, in silence, by the loading dock
Unable to help the one selected, most likely to succeed
Successfully checking out, before signing, the funeral plan application form
Sadly, in the end, only a bloodless irony survived and was registered
In the minds of all the staff there, in the Inward Goods Department
As in the end, there were no angels, nor a genuine sense of caring
Rather, a sheer inconvenience was considered, an end in itself
During the lunch break, a life had passed prematurely, unaided and unseen
And disappointingly, the part time guy who sweeps the bathroom, declared;
“God I hate it, when I have to clean up after Dispatch!”
It happens, unexpectedly.... every day! C'est la vie! End of story….
♦ By Pearldiver ♦
Copyright © 2012 - 2013 Pearldiver nzpol with all rights reserved.
Just another _________________ flat line _________________ c'est la vie!
Other works By Pearldiver:
- Song of the Salmon: A Full Life Circle: About Pacific Salmon and Their Quest to Survive.
'Song of the Salmon' gives a glimpse of one of Nature's special events and what effects the Pacific Salmon run. - All the Elements of You
'All the Elements of You' is about the Chemistry of Love. - Silence Defies The Heart
'Silence Defies the Heart' relates to the 'modern' act of absentee parenting, it's significance and effects. Written from Man's perspective. - And All the Time That You Are Alone’: A Tribute to an Ancient Tree: A Life Circle.
'And all the time that you are alone' is a tribute to nature and the spirit within an ancient tree that has endured time and climatic fluctuations to show us how mortal we are. - 'As Love Falls Down' A Poem of Hope: About Life, Love, Change And Choices.
'As Love Falls Down' is an inspirational poem about the freedom of choice that we have to make conscious changes in our lives. Written from the perspective of natural seasonal change.