Poems, Prose and Writings about death
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You cannot hurry death
You cannot hurry death
It has its own time
Its own season
Even when life is thin, frail and achingly hard
You cannot hurry death.
Thin skeletal man
Just a breath in a sheath
of skin and bones
But still that breath continues
In and out
Measuring the last moments
of life and being
How do we free ourselves
from our painful carcasses when
they are exhausted and spent?
The soul valiantly
Showing glimmers of itself,
like a spark of light
through a dense gorse bush of redundant bones.
How the soul must long to be free
To rise up and fly again
Unencumbered by the trappings of an
ancient body
And yet there is a deep affection for
being here in this world
A place we know
People whose lives have touched us and
who we have touched
At some stage the call to freedom
Must be heard and not resisted
At some stage the shackles of the body can be
sloughed off
Like a snake losing its skin -
too small
too itchy
and
not fit for purpose
anymore
Then when one abandons
the thin thread of hope
that bind the soul
Only then can the future
Whatever that might be
Open and blossom
Maxine Green
There is no need – ode to a dying man
There is no need
to say the words
The heart beat is enough
There is no need to mend the future
The past was ample
and enough
There is no need to press the flesh
When the souls beat together
that is enough
There is not need, when the beat of the
soul is
loud
and clear
There is no need……
it is enough
Maxine Green