The deceased are better friends than most of the living. They don't talk back, don't start wars or arguments (being inclined to remain impartial). The dead never gossip or tell lies - of course, they'll not tell the truth, either ... at least you'll know you weren't lied to. They will never say you look beautiful when you don't or call you names because you aren't "normal" or say something about your weight. The only lying done is flat on the back ...
The soul of the deceased foesn't linger around in a body that failed me...however they're always a second away. That breeze in your hair, sudden chill or fsmilisr aroma is there because the familiar of a passing love always lingers.
Blessings and love,
Susan
This is one of your very best, it brings the reader to the brink of facing reality of living and dying and the real world that death offers. The dead never age and neither will this deep thought write.
Well done.
Crystal clear Karla so lets face the living and clear the air so we don't have to wait till they are dead to call them friends. Great write, thanks for sharing.
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A detailed study of the origins of the New Alienation. The author labels it normative or postmodern ennui and traces its rise to cultural power over the last two centuries.
A detailed study of the origins of the New Alienation. The author labels it normative or postmodern ennui and traces its rise to cultural power over the last two centuries.
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Blessings and love,
Susan
Micke
be well and happy,
Kathy
Well done.
Fee
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
well done Karla...
John
Love,
Becca~
Cheer up girl, don't make me go there and spank your little tush...
Georg
And here I thought this would end on a serious note. hee, hee...
I love the shape of the poem as well.
Cryssa :~)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :(
Peace,
Dan