in the wake of things past

rebmasters

There's a comfort in death.
Echoes of ephemeral ecstasy,

lashings of leaves
dancing on the brief breeze.

For to suffer, to continue
to endure like extreme edifices
twined in sinuous sheets
that no one sees

is superfluous suffering.
In the wake of things past,
lying below ground or scattered;
events we should let be.

On cold, hard sand
I wish to stand
at the ocean of life;
roiling, tumbling sea

& know that I no longer have to bathe,
to hold up my head &
frantically thrash
my feet, but be at ease

  • Author: rebmasters (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 15th, 2021 04:22
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  • L. B. Mek

    there is an organ piece written by J.S. Bach
    titled 'come sweet death, come blessed relief'
    that would accompany your words really well, I think..
    a great read, thanks for sharing dear poet
    'Echoes of ephemeral ecstasy,
    lashings of leaves
    dancing on the brief breeze.'
    'to endure like extreme edifices
    twined in sinuous sheets
    that no one sees

    is superfluous suffering.
    In the wake of things past,'
    (truly, profound insight in these lines)

    • rebmasters

      Thank you - I will have a listen to it



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