when death comes

February 1, 2007

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the hand of time
reaches down

to lift up the soul
and place it elsewhere

like a kitten

painting by:Joshua Reynolds

Posted in Poetry, aging, death, spirit, time | 8 Comments »

8 Responses to “when death comes”

  1. Naughty Heather Says:

    February 1, 2007 at 8:09 am

    What a beautiful way to look at death. Very well done.

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  2. qazse Says:

    February 1, 2007 at 1:44 pm

    thank you Heather. After my dad died, I looked at his body and saw that it was all that remained, it wore down…but his beautiful life force moved on to manifest itself elsewhere.

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  3. howard Says:

    February 2, 2007 at 8:41 am

    Nice piece.

    Every ending gives way to a beginning – the realization of which can cast a lot of otherwise heart-wrenching things in a softer light.

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  5. Paul Says:

    August 16, 2008 at 9:53 pm

    gorgeous poem, tiny and perfect.

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  7. mrs. sarah ott Says:

    August 17, 2008 at 12:07 am

    i love what came to you from this image. i love the light and birth you bring to death. this is very wise and angelic

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  8. qazse Says:

    August 17, 2008 at 1:37 am

    Paul and Sarah – thank you both. Those are very kind comments.

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