Lunch Poem #11 Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

Lunch Poem #11

Rating: 5.0


Sunset softly fading in bloody hues of red

Soul slipping silently, body falling dead

To fly again, free again

Borne on wings of oblivion

Rushing ever outward

To become one with God again

A windblown soul

Quickly waning weaker

For just one moment

It sees and wants

What it has just forsaken

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fay Slimm 27 August 2008

The end line shoots into the heart. The pathos felt is very very strong. This is really great writing Jim.

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O Anna Niemus 06 August 2008

Some say it is bad karma to kill oneself.. that it is ingratitude to parents .. who no matter how bad or good... have all sacrificed in some way to incarnate our bodies From what clairvoyants tell me, those who have killed themselves have not just a moment but a long time of regret... an infinite subject... God only knows? On another level, everything is perfect

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Tasmin Anon 24 July 2008

Wow i like this poem its so deep. amazing how uve done it with such simple structure and wording.

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