They say there is a warmness just before dying;
a dear cotton cloak of silenced fears;
tears, like stunned icicles, trapped on barky face;
soft step of buck’s sharpened fall-rut hooves
rounded out by travails and trails; where pine-sharp air
speaks in creaky-wind voices of those old stories
of dying with dignity for the betterment of all.
I wish to be left in a deep forest, like my Inuit sister
in her little cubed shelter where prayers of gratitude
wrap me in lost lullabies that hum me to sleep.
Author notes
prompt Winter wonderland (10 lines of Winter wonder...)
The northern tribal elders, when they knew they would be a burden, chose to stay behind (sometimes with frail or weak young) to die a lone death that was between them and Creator only. I find it a wonder and think that would be my wont.
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475 points, ended October 5, 2007, 10 entries
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very nice my dear.
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I have seen this in my own family the isolation before the end, to commune and set things right in spirit, such a powerful idea here... so very thoughtful... PK
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This is so special...Touched my heart and made me feel the coldness in another way...
So very unique and carrying a signiture that tells me who wrote it...
Lynda
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Wonderfully rich and full of spirit, embracing what is great in life while talking death...such a feather here
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excellent verses, nice to see some different pictures as winter calmly seeps in,good luck in the contest..mm
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