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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The End

You know it is dead
When there is nothing left to speak.

Conversations are empty
Only talk of the weather
or what we had to eat.

No more sweet words to whisper
Or hear in my ears
Only longs pauses
And breaths of despair.

No more energy to rise up
From this sea of death.
One more gasp for air
And I'll put this thing to rest.

I'll return to bring you flowers
And kiss the earth above you
Only to remember those
Sweet things of our past.

8 comments:

  1. Janie, I'm so happy to see you writing again! I loved the poem and the emotions behind it are very strong, painting a vivid mental image.

    Much love to you!

    Dawn

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  2. thank you dawnie! perhaps this is the stirring for future writings...love ya.

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  3. Thank you Janie for posting this. Good to see you back for the time being. Safe hugs to you dear one and thank you for your email. Blessings.

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  4. blessings to you my friend.

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  5. I'm coming back to leave one more comment and to thank you for providing that one last nudge via God/Spirit/Universe through your own bravery. You posting your poetry was the final nudge necessary for me to step forward in belief of my own poetry. I do sincerely hope that you continue with writing and sharing your poetry. I think the world needs your words and lyrical content.

    Much love,

    Dawnie

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  6. Dawnie, You have been an inspiration for me from the moment I began to read your posts,which also gave me the courage to begin writing. I hope you know how much you touch people's life's. Loving you back, Janie

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  7. Hello my special friend...

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