There is a certain flow to my words
today, like the glow from each rain drop
today
I can hear souls leaving us today,
with different speeds,
Some never gained momentum, when they were sitting on the edge of this tree of life and someone or something pushed them off
I’ll be missing some of these young birds because I had heard that they were about to leave for fun destinations
But I just heard about the hearts that blew up or froze in this life without any severance pay for all the pain they felt and caused, without intention
I’m a little detached today in this foggy morning, fearing for all the birds in the egg nests
I feel alone today and miss you
even if I never met you or the real you from beneath your flight, in the silver skies
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Author:
Parisab (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Acknowledgement for all the souls who leave too soon and for those who love them
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Severance for all pain they felt and caused
This line set me to ponder
Pay/Reward for pain caused as if dutiful? Or inevitable to the degree of a necessary ingredient and thus be part of the “bills”
But it was unpaid severance - purposely skipped ? Consciously the avoidance indicates an unsettled system. I admit I don’t know but the compelling write thrust upon me the conundrum. Freaking successful piece thereby!!!
Severance for all pain they felt and caused
This line set me to ponder
Pay/Reward for pain caused as if dutiful? Or inevitable to the degree of a necessary ingredient and thus be part of the “bills”
But it was unpaid severance - purposely skipped ? Consciously the avoidance indicates an unsettled system. I admit I don’t know but the compelling write thrust upon me the conundrum. Freaking successful piece thereby!!!
Your thoughtful insights are extremely impressive-your level of understanding about the “unsettled system” . “pay/reward from the pain caused” is such a difficult phenomenon to accept for the grieving parents/community of the young lost, too soon, by suicide or accident.
Such beauty in every stanza 💖 I love your title,
Some never gained momentum, when they were sitting on the edge of this tree of life and someone or something pushed them off
Outstanding lines perfectly described. 💖
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