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Posts tagged “death

January 24, 2012 “hushed” (on the passing of my mother)

“hushed”

(on the passing of my mother)

*

a light has gone out

.

the candle that glowed in the window

is burned down to grey smoke

spiriting toward heaven

 .

the path darkened

the way unlit

the door is closed

and the chair empty

the hearth no longer warm

the blush faded from the rose

 .

muted is love’s comforting voice

beneath folds of white

and soft closed eyes

laughter is hushed

.

in a brighter heaven

we are greater for knowing that star

the world lesser without it

 .

tlh 1/24/11

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January 17, 2011 “winter’s reign”

“winter’s reign”

*

cold gray

bleeds from a lurid sky

trickling

over boney skeletons of black trees

standing

in murky pools of dead earth

and winter’s reign

tlh 1/17/11

 


October 21, 2011 “autumn rain”

“autumn rain”

trees under an autumn rain

flowing out from a foggy mountain

in pleated ridges and hollows

shedding their rusting leaves

like flecks of burnt orange and gold

copper toned reflections of the past

and places I remember

when the sun shone bright in a careless blue sky

above the verdant summer of life

when living was easy under the shade of trees

that were there long before my birth

and will remain

long after the last rusting leaf is shed

to another autumn rain

©tlh 10/21/11

photo by tlh


August 28, 2011 “a dozen nails in a coffin”

 

“a dozen nails in a coffin”

hope

stolen by indifference

happiness

forfeited to gratification

truth

to ambiguity

kindness

to avarice

possibilities

given to doubt

decision

to ambivalence

knowledge

sacrificed for convenience

triumphs

swallowed by fear

tomorrows

bartered by yesterdays

love

lost in pride

life

exchanged for existence

somethingness

faded to nothingness

nothingness

is death

©tlh 8/28/11


June 15, 2011 “grave circumstances”

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“grave circumstances”

*

going down to rise no more

time is at hand

scratching at the back door

just as well not at the front

not guest nor visitor

but a thief

the chariot swinging low

on the horizon of a setting sun

my course nearly finished

and my race run

sinking slow

the chariot low

and fiery red

green grass will be my cover

cold black earth my bed

weeping silence

trickles through ancient stones

slowly chilling mortal bones

sounds of tramping hooves

the fading rumble of chariot wheels

the acrid breath of a pale horse

with Hell snapping at its heels

I have no angel

and the horseman is on the hunt

©tlh 6/15/11

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