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Literature Text
Everyone wants to
go out with a
bang,
or in a
blaze of glory…
but that has
such a
sad finality
to it.
Yes,
it is
brilliant,
and will
forever
be remembered,
but it’s an
ending.
It leaves
nothing
for continuing.
While that
appeals partly
to me,
a larger part doesn’t
believe
in final goodbyes.
There is
no such thing
as goodbye
because
everything has
a continuation.
Things change,
but they
don’t end.
I prefer to say,
“Fare well
until we meet
again,
my friend,
because we
will
meet again.”
Whenever we
humans
connect
to another,
even if just
briefly,
we touch each other.
We remember
familiar faces,
and we converse with them
on occasion.
We see them
over and over
in our
daily lives,
and they become
known…
and we’d
know
if they were
gone.
Even just a
small
connection
we’d miss…
but we don’t
have to.
Connections,
bonds,
last a
lifetime,
if not longer.
So,
instead of saying
goodbye,
leave it an
open-ended
farewell
with the promise,
and knowledge,
that you
will
meet again
someday…
maybe tomorrow,
maybe years from
now
in another
dimension,
but you
will
meet again.
go out with a
bang,
or in a
blaze of glory…
but that has
such a
sad finality
to it.
Yes,
it is
brilliant,
and will
forever
be remembered,
but it’s an
ending.
It leaves
nothing
for continuing.
While that
appeals partly
to me,
a larger part doesn’t
believe
in final goodbyes.
There is
no such thing
as goodbye
because
everything has
a continuation.
Things change,
but they
don’t end.
I prefer to say,
“Fare well
until we meet
again,
my friend,
because we
will
meet again.”
Whenever we
humans
connect
to another,
even if just
briefly,
we touch each other.
We remember
familiar faces,
and we converse with them
on occasion.
We see them
over and over
in our
daily lives,
and they become
known…
and we’d
know
if they were
gone.
Even just a
small
connection
we’d miss…
but we don’t
have to.
Connections,
bonds,
last a
lifetime,
if not longer.
So,
instead of saying
goodbye,
leave it an
open-ended
farewell
with the promise,
and knowledge,
that you
will
meet again
someday…
maybe tomorrow,
maybe years from
now
in another
dimension,
but you
will
meet again.
Literature
Fever Dreams
Tangled up in cotton sheets Sweating in the summer night Tossing and turning in the heat Phantasmagoric thoughts ignite Drifting in and out of sleep The line between begins to blur Into waking, nightmares creep Strange events can then occur Monsters from unconscious minds Come bleeding out into the room Delights and horrors intertwined Half-waking minds they then consume To sleep, to dream, to lie in peace What blissful respite that would be If only the inferno would decrease Then to rest we would be free
Literature
so sad, so glad
no better company than my sadness and a purring cat. indulging in it, pretend feeling blue is a macaron, a little crunchy but melting on the tongue. listen to the sadness winding itself through your veins like a river, knowing - unlike a river, sadness runs out. but like a river, sadness has to flow or it will spill all over your fields, destroying precious, uninsured crops.
Literature
changes
Lovely, how my bones feel Once the day is done. It is so good To be tired For all the right reasons: Getting bread From the new bakery, Knocking on a stranger’s door To tell them about love, Standing with signs in the square To let people know They are not alone, There is something more. Feeling hugs from a friend, Seeing her throw out her final pack of cigarettes And another The mother-in-law suitcase That dogged her for ten years. It held so many terrible memories, And I am so glad For both of them. I am glad She is moving two hours away With better suitcases Where she will have grandchild smiles All the time And where she will give more Of her may-showers goodness To others, Like she gave it to me When I needed it most. It is so good To be tired For all the right reasons. For living, Taking only what you need, Giving as much as you can in return— Welcoming each new sun, Each new rain, Each hug, Each day.
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Since this is the last day of NaPoWriMo, thoughts of goodbyes were in my head. So, this poem was born. I think it rather fitting. It isn't goodbye, because this isn't the end. So, slight sadness that it's over, but an anticipation for next year. I always enjoy NaPoWriMo, you'll see me again I had fun, got lots of ideas...and this is the first NaPoWriMo where I actually wrote a poem every day! So pleased by that I hope you enjoy this poem, and that you continue to enjoy poetry ^_^
For, of course, , Day 30, 4/30/15.
For, of course, , Day 30, 4/30/15.
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