soul now carries body, ailing
eyes sharp crystal blue of ocean
body housed her soul, a-sailing
telling touch of deep emotion
eyes sharp crystal blue of ocean
kindred spirits love unveiling
telling touch of deep emotion
frail, weak framework suffers failing
kindred spirits love unveiling
body housed her soul, a-sailing
frail, weak framework suffers failing
soul now carries body, ailing
Author notes
To see loved ones or soulmates leaving, causes ambivalent feelings. Two of my very close friends are now nearing the end-Beginning. To be compassionate, one has to be able to set them free, reassuringly, knowing that this is how it should be: the art of dying. This knowing does not diminish the pain of loss.
Artwork: Dying Swan by Yool http://www.redbubble.com/people/yool/art/3385003-2-dying-swan
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I have seen this a few times. I did it with both my parents when their time came. It is as if you reassure them you have remembered what they have told you over the years and you will pass it on and hold it dearingly in your heart. This, in some way I think, gives meaning to their lives here.
You write so well. I'm glad I found your works.
Sharon
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You do have a style ...
for sharing that is only preceeded by your style for caring! It's pretty obvious that your care for those that go before you but do so with the faith required to set them free, knowing that you will meet again with that unique intensity that only love can produce. I like the form you chose to write that philosophy with.
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Ahhh, a beautiful pantoum for a wonderful lady. I love the words "end-beginning" It makes me feel like there is just so much more.
--soul now carries body ailing --
It is a softer truth I think. ~Pamela 
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This is so beautiful Congrats on your silver you did a excellent job on this beautiful poem Thank you for sharing Keep penning your excellent write and it was very much a pleasure to read you again
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Thank you so much, Lukey ...
for the Silver on this poem ... It is for Naka.
Love to you and Happy Writing!
Myra
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Soul carries body, ailing...
How one quantifies that strength; that truth... My father's mother, in the hospital with a broken hip, asked to sit up. The nurse told her she must continue to lie down. She replied, "If i can't sit up, then I'll just die!" And she did... I was 13; and was walking her at 86 to her door after a supper at a Mexican restaurant. She told me to let go, and let her hold on to me. When she let go, she fell. I never let go of old people walking since. Not one. Haven't dropped any since. -
This is beautiful!
Lovely...it is so hard to let go of the physical being...still..
The older one gets, the more we see our companions go! Thus, we should live each moment in love, and humility! You achieve this well...better than most...
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and talent!
best wishes always!
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Excellent ... .
There is not one thing to be done to stop the dying, but what I do know is that words of love and peace help to ease the pain. What a couple of blessed people to have a beautiful soul such as you.
~ Love ~ James ~
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beautiful form and a wonderful poem for a love one
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Soul is eternal
Dear, before the existence of body we were here and after its destruction we will be here, its only between these two phases mortal body appears but, soul or the true self is eternal.
Very emotional piece of the fear we all face, its a change that we all need to accept, all that we see on earth or universe as a whole are destructible but their essence, zest or soul indestructible.
Love,
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The repetition and the cycle show the connectedness of all things, even the cycle of life. Seeing loved ones pass on is always difficult, and being able to put your emotions into such strong words is a good way to validate your feelings. Well done on this write, and my sympathies to your loved ones. Best wishes in the contest.
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I could not help but to click on this piece, as just last night, my mother, for the first time, called me to tell me she is preparing and making plans for her will. This is about the purest love. Being able to let go, although hard as it will be for me to face, however long it must take for her to make her plans, I know she means she cares and loves me in return. This subject has been stuck in my brain all day, and probably will be for a long while. I know in my heart of hearts, that she is only trying to pragmatically face her own mortality. Planning ahead will give her peace of mind and strength to face it without as many worries and concerns. It doesn't remove the sting of pain at the thought. It hurts to think of anything happening to her. If I could keep her very essence around forever I would, but I know that would be selfish, and that this is about her, and what she wants. I can only be supportive and be a good daughter, by following what she wants in this regard to the letter. I support her, no matter what. This is a difficult topic for me right now. I'm sorry to be so long winded in this comment, but this write touched me personally and beautifully spoken. Blessings to you and all that you do.
~Hetha
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Death is both a mystery and a journey. In your picture, I seem to see a lion on a landscape of purest snow. Let our souls leap like lions into the void, where snow has no coldness. Your poem is very eloquent of the mystery which always surrounds us. Best Wishes. K.
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We often start to grieve when we learn that our loved one is dying, which cheats all of us of precious time to enjoy each other. I like your second look at the soul bearing the body, since we usually think of the body bearing the soul. This is true, and maybe not only for those nearing the end of life!
Your pantoum form is lovely and meditative.
The art of living is to take everything as lightly as that feather; easier said than done, of course. My best wishes to your friends for a safe passage.
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I don't think you are speaking of euthanasia at all. I think you are speaking of the natural connection we have with loved ones. Sometimes when we hold on, those ailing hold on as well. They are not at peace to give up the ghost when a loved one clings.
My dad was quite ill and told us all we had to let him go. When we finally accept his fate, and realized that when he passed over, the pain and ache of the cancer would be gone, we let go and so did he. It is a task but the only thing that causes us to want to keep them here with us is our selfishness. To be selfless is far better for them and us.
I sympathize with you, knowing that we hate to see them leave us on this realm but the bigger and better picture is that we will see them in the hereafter, and we will know who they are, and feel a greater love than the one we witnessed on Earth. I love the repetition written here. Each stanza reinforces the other with that sense of moving on and a great sigh. It is always a pleasure to read your poetry dear sister/friend.
Always ♥
Renee
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Reading your notes, it seems like you may be refering to euthanasia...your not- right?
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Right!
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Okay,
just making sure! You had me worried there for a second! I love the rythm of this peom- it seems very African to me, like African music.
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This is full of emotion, I can tell the words are spoken from the heart.
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you have captured the oneness
the love and deeper than deep connection between flesh and soul
pain of loss is a process we all experience and transforms in a forever way everything around us
just soulful and brilliantly written
God bless you Poetress...
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Simply beautiful work, you pen the emotions with words so superbly.
It's a good read
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Well
Perhaps the soul fell to the earth and rebounded because the depth of the soul is even greater then the earth poet. Seems deeply spiritual and interesting. Always well done.
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