A Requiem Refreshed (Revised)
by Vicky Bowker Jeter
Thursday, January 08, 2004
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For those fighting for their lives,
and those awaiting the outcome. |
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Death come calling softly;
I hear your whisper on my wind.
I know your time must come to call;
relax your reaper grim.
For as there is high time for birth,
so too, the perfect time to die;
it is the holy, enduring way
of Gaia's balance realized.
I expect this task must take its toll--
forever giving people fright.
You would at once reveal your ease,
would resistance reliquish mighty fight
Thus, as my contract closes,
as my candle wick frays thin,
come kindly lead me by the hand;
let us embrace as new-found friends.
For, as Sun and Moon in union dance
together in one sky,
yet we perceive stark opposites,
the day against the night--
so, too, the shrouded truth of you
that the wind which brings my death
is one and the same from sacred rings
whence comes the newborn's breath.
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
1/10/2004 |
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ultimately, life and death are synonymous ...
very well developed concepts and poetics in this poem ... |
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| Reviewed by . ShyPoet1 |
1/9/2004 |
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I am a big fan of sing-song styled poems!
Well-done!
I expect this task must take its toll--
forever causing people fright.
You would, at once, reveal your ease
would resistance relinquish mighty fight |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
1/9/2004 |
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| Superb portayal of death and rebirth. Thank you for this poetic offering, Vicky. Love and peace, Regis. |
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| Reviewed by ya mama (Reader) |
1/8/2004 |
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| excellent write. i dig the title. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
1/8/2004 |
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| Exceptional write Vicky! You really captured the meaning and defined it with lucid light!Splendid! |
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