water
pulled me quickly
to tides deep & brooding-
a part of me defied the rush
of drowning but the sea opened its arms
pillow soft, the pain receded
gentle as needle prick
i want to fall,
falter
on my own terms
i don't wish for slow death,
for terrible decay of mind
to break me inch by inch, no i want to
leave with purple blooms on my hands,
with your face close to mine
your love ever
stronger
The quiet death
Photography: Brooke Shaden
The quiet death
Photography: Brooke Shaden
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Hosted by Gay - This is a diamond shaped Quarrels form with set rules ~ I am not sure if I followed it, smiles ~ Please check in later at 3pm EST ~
This is so very perfect. I wish this too...
ReplyDeleteyeah - i wanna leave with purple blooms on my hands as well... no long suffering...hopefully...but we don't have this in our hands..
ReplyDeleteAh.. you manage to make this a soft song of want -- of a death wish I could share.. with purple blooms.. instead of the gradual fading.. very well done on the form and beautiful symmetry of your diamonds.
ReplyDeleteAh, leaving with purple blooms on one's hands sounds like a beautiful way to go!
ReplyDelete'i want to
ReplyDeleteleave with purple blooms on my hands..' -- oh, i adore this so much, Grace. a magical verse.
How cool to keep going on with another of Brooke's images; a fine poem has emerged that certainly has the shape & feel of the parameters of the prompt. It is said that drowning is a sweet quiet death, perhaps not so much as dying in a loved one's embrace, but preferable to flames or being devoured alive by cancer or a grizzly; smiles.
ReplyDeleteTalking about death so swiftly...perfect diamonds, Grace :)x
ReplyDeleteA beautiful wish in beautiful form....love the new look of your blog Grace,
ReplyDeleteIt's awful for people to have to suffer, worse to lose your mind and memory. We all pray that is not our fate.
ReplyDeleteYou did a beautiful job with the syllable count. It's difficult when the way one speaks is not the way the dictionary dictates stress. To some extent everyone who has a dialect suffers from this. With my Texas accent, I have to check the dictionary for some words every time I write in metered poetry, and I only speak English. I certainly understand the difficulty when English is a second language, or even a first when the syllables are stressed differently as they are in many places -- even in England. So I think using syllables is a good technique and your rhyme words were perfect.
this is beautiful. I can feel the pull of the water in the first diamond and the desire to choose in the second. you wove this quite nicely.
ReplyDeleteI agree with that, leave still in one piece, not broken apart and suffering forever
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, Grace... especially:
ReplyDeletei want to
leave with purple blooms on my hands,
with your face close to mine
your love ever
stronger
nice...the rhyme in the between lines gives this a nice little lift in movement...to be held in the hug of drowning...comforted while also having life taken...a release...
ReplyDeletethink i will write a few more to this artist as well...smiles
if there is anything like a death wish, hope it will end in my sleep, no pain, no suffering!
ReplyDeleteForm always scares me--I looked at Gay's post and thought I couldn't do this--so I didn't--but you make it look effortless
ReplyDeleteAwesome emotions expressed here. Wow what a picture! Great form!
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. I don't see dying here or death on one's own terms... maybe because my warped mind bends a certain way, but what I see is the description of "the little death", or am I way off-base?
ReplyDeleteIf this is your own interpretation, its fine Barry ~ Perhaps I should be more direct but the photograph softened the scene in my mind ~ Thanks for your visit ~
DeleteBeautifully done and needless to repeat what others have written. You were inspired for this prompt and you took off with it.
ReplyDeleteThis is truly beautiful. So inspired of both prompt and artwork.
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I'd like to go out with purple blooms on my hands too. So beautiful. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased to see that you're still writing and updating Heaven and I have to say that you're still as amazing a writer as usual. I remember reading certain poetry of yours and being chilled through my spine, something the written word very rarely does for me, you have a special talent.
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