Terminal II
TERMINAL II
He does the shopping now
Getting out is too much
But we don’t mention that
At least there are flowers
The new snowdrops are out
As the fresh year spins on
Words like splendour, wonder
Set amongst all this pain
Posted on February 22, 2018, in Double 4 By 6, Poetry and tagged Death, Flowers, Life, Pain, Sickness, Wonder. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
It’s the little things like a snowdrop that becomes most precious. 🥀
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Something precious to divert one’s mind from the big things that are not precious at all or even pleasant.
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Also something precious in a “now” moment, to savor and remember.
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I loved this one – that contrast between pain and flowers – perfect!
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Thank you, Sarah. A contrast too between new life and slow death.
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