A Solitary Passing
No doubt
the flies will come for me today
they are always hungry, aren’t they
and since I have not moved for hours
they will surely
all begin to congregate accordingly
Yes, take note …
All these
new breaths of mine
are taken deliberately and shallow
For these are dark times, and anyway
beside the flies
there are no lovers, friends or neighbours
left to mourn this most solitary of passing’s ….
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But I am with you in Spirit, preferably Laphroaig.😈😈😈.
............................ What could possibly be better than that ... Cheers n down ya neck my friend ..
Neville - really beautiful this one..... it's sad but I find it so peaceful........
..... ... Thank you so very bloomin much dear Lorna ... muchly appreciated and then some tooly ...
With lots of chocolates for me to eat........ (Eliza)...........
......................................................... as many as you can manage .. without feeling poorly 🙂
The read gave me a picture of the dire situation when on battlefields soldiers often die slowly and yes with flies as their only companions - - a most solitary passing indeed is that end which comes during war and one we must never forget. Hope this is near to the message your haunt of a write meant my caring friend - - if not then I stand to be corrected and willingly .........x
That'll do nicely Fay ... x
Ya can't beat flies - or can ya? Swot 'em then!
I think you are thinking of eggs, or pheasants even .. but never mind ........... cheers
Every young recruit of every cause should be made to completely understand what you have written today and to meditate upon it for it opens up so many otherwise hidden aspects of conflicts consequence.
I have written upon similar lines before and at this time of year we prepare for the 11th Nov when no doubt i and others shall air words of consequence again.
Many thanks DA
... Neville
Such lonely sadness! Well written!
.......................................................... Thank you kindly RB .. much appreciated ..
Neville,
A top notch write.
Writing in the first person immerses this reader into your subject’s plight. It makes me feels like I want to be there to comfort and ease the pain in some way.
All I can do now is to offer prayers to all who have lost their lives in such dire situations.
Laura🌻
Thank you kindly Laura .. for your comment and such a nice gesture too .. 🌻
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