hope will arise

September is Suicide Prevention month…linking with Ramblings of a Writer for “emotions & healing” prompt.

 

We never know the black hole into which another soul has fallen…

 

darkest emotions
troubles press into death wish
Stop! glimpse healing light

 

 

In U.S. call:  National Suicide Prevention Lifeline – Call 800-273-TALK (8255)

rest in peace, Rip!

 

Dear God, why does everyone have to die? One by one, we leave this world cold and those left standing feel abandoned, depressed, hurt, and angry. We know that you understand deep emotion. After all, you lost your only Son…and that son wept at the grave of his friend. We believe you mourn with us. Yes, our final enemy wields a cruel stinger but you took the sting out of death for Uncle Raymond (“Rip”). You called him quietly in his sleep; he passed unexpectedly, without suffering. Thank you, Father, for your mercy, even in his final breath. We grieve but he rejoices, celebrating in your presence today; reunited with his wife, son, and sisters. He fell asleep in mysterious darkness and woke to a glorious morning!

 

breath of life recalled
death comes as thief in the night
sun will rise again

 

 

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Raymond (right) died in early morning of brother Willis’ 90th birthday (8-18-18)

air-borne

 

life force strong but a

puff will scatter fragile seed

sleep…a breath from death

 

 

fragile

image & idea from Carpe Diem

hope wears white

CDHK weekend fusion challenge: fuse two haiku, then create troiku…

 

temple bells die out
the fragrant blossoms remain
a perfect evening

will we meet again
here at your flowering grave –
two white butterflies

© Basho

 

church bells’ somber ring
fragrance of casket flowers
butterflies wing hope

© lynn

 

church bell’s somber ring
ask for whom is it tolling?
time waits for no one

fragrance of casket flowers
roses, daisies, carnations
florals dress-up death

butterflies wing hope
loved by two mothers, i know
we will meet again

 

 

 

 

dark shadorma

A shadorma is a 6 line poem with 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllable counts. 


 

 

in shadow

motivation comes

suicide

double death

why two lovers hate themselves?

asphyxiation

 

 

 


Many years ago, a teenage co-worker, Barry, and his girlfriend died together in his car running inside a garage. I still sadly wonder…why? Tonight, we discuss suicide at NAMI support group.

 

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archetypical apple

 

What strange poison

did woman reach

for in the garden?

 

mother of all living bit into death for all

 

Was it a stinging tree

that touched her with

heart-shaped leaves?

 

intoxicating nature of toxic relations

 

Was she anesthetized

by curare-tipped dart

from satan’s blowpipe?

 

it can kill as easily as it can cure

 

Would eve even

succumb to snakeroot,

from salesman selling herbs?

 

fruit to make wise and pleasing to eyes

 

Would she suspect

the seeds of lovely apple

convey hydrogen cyanide?

 

seed of deception is sin, fruit of sin is death

 

 

 

 

ethical questions

 

 

how long believe
blind rhetoric?

why hire doctors
to do harm?

instrumental rape
violates mother with child

what kind of ghastly
choice is offered?

by salt poisoning, chemicals,
or crunch of infant skull

when will men honor
mothers’ calling?

where have hope’s
children gone?

 

 



Linking with dVerse Poets quadrille prompt…sorry this topic is neither pleasant nor Christmasy. Yet our brokenness and sin is why Christ came…as an infant to a poor, young woman in seemingly scandalous circumstances. Would we have aborted Jesus?

on our way home

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai  celebrates 5 years!  Revisiting theme: on our way home…


 

music in clinic

contemplate own funeral

face mortality

_______

reading old headstones

on walk through cemetery

how did eddy end?

_______

morning prayer time

Spirit’s breath fill us more

to live while we can

 

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photo by lynn

when music soars away

 

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Magnetic “storm” quadrille, linking to De’s prompt at dVerse Poets.

silent sabbath

 

laid down life for friends

blood congealed, stiff body wrapped

stone seals death in tomb

soldiers wipe spear and spikes clean

women grieve over spices

 

passing glory

 

fibers reflect light

gossamer seeds scatter on wind

creativity

erupts in transient beauty

life leaves empty pod with sigh

 

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photo by lynn

hidden in shadow

Dedicated to the family of Henry Wynia, who passed away 8-27-16.

 

Beloved,

bereaved by

an accidental fall

into valley of death’s shadow

dark night of grief

He bottles our tears

father’s life in our Father’s hands

He battles our fears

soul rests in relief

under his strong wings’ shelter

a providential call

comforted by

Beloved.

 


A quadrille/mirror poem linked to dVerse Poets.

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