Destination- -Death (Senryu) Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

Wow! I feel trapped by this poem! The truth it expresses is incontrovertible - but is it welcome? I'm not sure. The awareness of inevitable death is certainly a human trait which animals do not share as far as we know. Is that awareness a SPOILER of our pleasures? Perhaps? Sometimes. It's not your poem that makes me troubled by this message. It's growing up with the Catholic priests and nuns always warning us of death and judgment. The whole issue makes me want to take Gilgamesh's journey in search of the root of immortality. I PROMISE I WON'T FALL ASLEEP AND LET THE SNAKE STEAL IT! Trust me.

======================================== ** ORIGINAL MESSAGE ******************** ======================================== From: Daniel Brick To: Mihaela Pirjol Date-Time: 12/9/2014 6: 33: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: RE Major problems with codes-for both of your new poems - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hi Mihaela I really like both of your new poems. You have honed the form down to its most economic expression with not a word extra - just what is necessary. I going to try to reconstruct my comment on your DEATH poem. - - This poem achieves its own inevitability. There is no escaping its message. You can't hide, because the clock keeps ticking. You can't ignore the clock, because clocks govern our urban lives. You can pursue distractions to dull your awareness of the inevitable, but death will always be there just ahead of your last distraction - patient, resolute, impartial. I re-read OEDIPUS AT COLONUS a few months ago, and found Oedipus's acceptance of death very moving. Once we stop trying to outsmart death, we can benefit from abundant consolations.

Man is helpless on bed of death towards grave in waiting. Wonderfully presented senryu. Nice and true.

Well written senryu, Mihaela.

Hello poet Mihaela. A great poem to awaken our need to redeem the time. Well done, I enjoyed. Loyd

When we are born we are already on the track of Death. Any day can be our last day. everything is momentary here. our destination is death, grave is waiting. We are floating leaves in the flowing river of life to reach the Ocean of Death. Knowledge of Death makes our life rich..

we witness helpless how clock's counting down our lives the graves are waiting.....very true

A short, literary and deep depiction of BEING. The poem could not be shorter and its rich literariness could not be more rich.

Wisely thought and written in simple words. Liked it MP.10++

Beautiful lines reminding us of our temporal existence. So we should try to finish all our work before seeking rest in death.