"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling."~Oscar Wilde.
True...I agree :)
Pallav, thank you.Death is not just a happenstance in the midst of something...
I did not think of falling asleep as of death, but now come to think of it I can see it more clearly, the layers of your words. Today I talked on the telephone to my ninety year old mother. She tells me the doctors have told her she has a heart murmur. To operate would be dangerous and uncertain so they will leave her alone. She should not worry too much, she could still have five years with this condition I think my mother had been planning to live longer than that.She spoke to her younger brother of 84 years. 'Don't worry about that,' he said. 'I've had a heart murmur for years now. I don't even think about it.'And so my mother will go on living as if she is still well into her story and we're all still listening.Thank you, Nazia.
Thank you Elisabeth!We don't think about death. We feel that it is morbid to do so and relegate all thoughts of it while we go on. I also do not think about death, in fact I am 'dead' scared of it. But often I like to see it as a long , deep sleep. Something like dozing off while reading out from the book of life...My mother used to speak about dying in her sleep. She died of diabetic coma. It was like being dead, while still breathing...
...don't worry, we'll still be here, waiting, for when you wake... :)
Thank You Cassandra!That would make waking up so much better:)A hearty welcome to my Abyss.
I like this poem because it can be interpreted by each reader. I experienced it as how I fall asleep doing everyday life, putting relations on hold, and then wake up when I remember I am a breath away from this earth.
Wow, this is a new interpretation Rozanna and a lovely one too.I am pondering over this!
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