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And I beg of you, what is the shape of the journey
When death comes calling, pleading, greeting us
in the thin place between what’s real and what isn’t.
Is death round as a wispy dandelion, blowing
away in a gentle breeze, happy and carefree?
Or is it square, where everywhere you venture,
you find yourself in a corner
With no way back to here ~ where you once were?
Is it an eternal spiral and you are
forever spinning, re-living gossamer memories
of breathing, feeling, and being alive?
In the end, is it nothing
but an empty lonely table set for a party of one?
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Author’s Note: This is Kerry’s last post at the Garden which will be closing, but remain as an archive and a place of inspiration. I chose to use Magaly’s prompt- 1 Poem, 3 titles. The three books I chose are: The Shape of the Journey by Jim Harrison, The Thin Place by Kathryn Davis, and Party of One by Anneli Rufus.
I hope not.
Here’s to 2020, Linda!
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Me too! Thanks Marian.
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This is gorgeously rendered, Linda! I am especially touched by; “Is it an eternal spiral and you are forever spinning, re-living gossamer memories of breathing, feeling, and being alive?” ❤️
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Thank you Sanaa!
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It is everything we make it, I think. And I shall make dandelions and spirals.
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P.S. Brilliant use of the titles! Seamless.
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Thanks!
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Yes! Thank you Magaly.
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Wonderfully done, Linda!
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Thank you Sherry.
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Oh my…I feel a bit like this, but yet I light a candle and say a prayer the new year will be one of light.
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Yes, praying for that as well. Thank you.
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You integrated the book titles so well, Linda and I especially like the way you used shapes in your contemplation of death. Very inspiring and thought-provoking.
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Thank you Kerry!
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I fear that in the end it’s mostly a party of one… let us cherish the time we can spend together..
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Thank you Bjorn.
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a wonderful weave, done so subtly too. It for me is a wishbone with no one to pull it and an upcoming poem. Happy 2020 regardless!
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Thank you Laura! Happy 2020 to you as well. In spite of the darkness in this poem, I remain ever hopeful.
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Loved the way you weaved the three titles in with such elegance and beauty!! Thoughts and feelings we all have but masterfully penned by you, My Dear!
I found these lines so compelling and inspirational – In the end, is it nothing
but an empty lonely table set for a party of one? Bellissimo, Linda, Bellissimo!
Still in my thoughts and prayers, Dear!! Hope you have a wonderful New Year’s Eve and dreams come true in 2020!!
xoxo
Chuck 😊💖💖🌹🌹
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Thank you Chuck!🌹
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Death must be the most lonely journey of all … you have written a thought provoking poem. Happy New Year.
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Happy New Year Helen!
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I love the questions you raise and the way you raise them, and how seamlessly you incorporated those resonant titles.
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Thank you Rosemary.
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