They come, you know, in felt brush on hair of neck, on arm,
slight pressure on breast at night, curl of arm
between stone and bent back head. They come, you know,
to peer at our weeping, anxious that we know comfort;
sometimes at the expense of walking our lost one on path,
up and away from earthly bindings.
They come, I know, to take our hand, to brush a tear
and taste it, to see if they remember life’s amniotic
angst. They do want to dance, but we bother them so
with our constant mewling for our lives to be more spiritual
while dragging theirs down to our level instead of us to theirs.
We interpret those crossed boundaries with talk of angels,
with enhanced photographs and bleeding statues rather than just feel
them love us, one kiss on cheek after another. They know. Just be loved.
Author notes
I know for an absolute ...
prompt: "Beyond all known boundaries"
15 lines or less - 14 lines.
In a list
A contest entry
- Quickie Prompt #3 by Errant Panther.
500 points, ended October 5, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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very beautiful.
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They do come and then there are those feathered friends here on Earth, like you,,,,
Beautiful! congrats on the gold my friend!
Lynda
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aw, what a kind comment, and honor to be thought of...too bad my halo is hanging off my ankles....lol..and I have been collecting bird feathers to glue on.
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perfect, this addresses everything I saw and felt the instant I saw this image, wonderful use of vocab and imagery, well done.
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ty Errant Panther, for the comment and for the gold. I saw no feathers... I have been counseled to be very careful not to disturb those guardians that have work to do, nor to bother my beloveds as they deal with antoher plane. It is difficult to do for I mourn such earthbound mourning.
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My soul thanks you for such words...an angelic hand and heart in this...Peace, Rhonda
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It was difficult to change my earthbound views and wants and needs to allow heaven to take its course aroudn me. ty for your comments.
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Yes, they're here and what would we do without them? As always your eyes are wide open like a childs. A beautiful poem to contemplate.
Peace Georgia
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ty, aslan. Some native teaching in this, as I am sure you recognized. It is good to see you again.
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"They come, you know,
to peer at our weeping, anxious that we know comfort;
sometimes at the expense of walking our lost one on path,
up and away from earthly bindings."
I know, too. God, this is so beautiful, so wise, so ethereal. Good luck in the contest, my dear Friend. Wanda
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Although I knwo grieving keeps the other mid-step...it is so difficult to be left behind. as you know, dear heart, as you know.
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forgot these
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They do come and in the sigh above our perimeter..carry us home in winged flame of spiritmind...lovely my friend
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they do...they do, ty pen friend for your comments...always.
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