One of those
innocuous, invisible,
infinite little ticks
between Now
and Someday
it comes.
Immune to importuning,
unperturbed by prior plans,
terminus is announced.
Handed a hefty carpetbag,
I unclasp and open
on golden smiles,
diamonds of service,
crystal-vialed merriment,
heart’s rubies of selfless love,
gratitude’s glowing emeralds,
sapphires of kindness.
NO! Oh, please, God, NO!
“Sorry, miss.
You’ve the wrong bag, there.”
Trembling, I trade;
wipe eyes and nose
and praying hard, unclasp
and weep with relief,
clutch mine to me!
These I will carry with joy:
Bitter words, bitten back;
gossip’s goad, gelded;
lonely heartache,
pain and grief ~
quietly culled
from forlorn places,
some jeweled token
of esteem
left in exchange.
To harvest hurt
and plant peace,
that our living
leave Life the sweeter...
Aye! That is worth
the doing!
A contest entry
- Do Not Resuscitate by CarolDesjarlais.
1200 points, ended September 21, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A beautiful tale with an awesome twist at the end. You have such a wonderful way with words.
To harvest hurt
and plant peace,
that our living
leave Life the sweeter...
That's such a lovely stanza! Good luck in the contest! -
Oh wow...what a tale.....well, well done..... does anyoen have a spare carpetbag..this one is heavy as coal ... *smile*
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That was gorgeous. I love it. As always, amazing imagery and word choice, but the direction you took this...after the first half, what a beautiful twist! You certainly certainly have done this, and I wish someday to 'plant peace' as well. This poem is a gorgeous expression of your life. I love it!
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Hi, bitter sweet and very good, loved this poem, the change takes the reader by surprise,yes loved it, kind regards Di
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First class!
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Indeed that is worth the doing. I did enjoy this so much. Filled with emotion, and thought and true care. Well done. ~Pamela
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Such verity, my dear! May we all strive to find ourselves so willing. Such a beautiful, seemingly ironic exchange you have made here, but one so necessary if we are to live above the filth of this world. Grin and bear it becomes not quite so cliche. So beautiful spoken, doll.
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