I love participating in Slice of Life, started by Two Writing Teachers and writing a story, reflection, or musing at least once a week.
A Juxtaposition
May is not be a month for Death.
So unwelcome,
he comes anyway.
Low and hovering
under the tyranny
of a bright blue sky
explosions
of rainbow tulips and irises
juxtaposed
with
scythe and hood.
Those last four lines are especially powerful. Thinking of you.....
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tara. One of my best friends died three years ago this month (I sliced about him in March), and so when May comes around, I think about him a lot. Also, I got a text from another best friend whose husband's cousin just died, and I got to thinking again how May seems an especially cruel for death - spring should mean renewal, life, new beginnings. Anyway, this poem just came out.
DeleteI don't know if you've had a loss, Holly, but sorry if you have. This reminds me of those very mixed-up feelings when a death comes at any time. Well said!
ReplyDeleteDeath never comes at a good time, but you are so right about it coming in spring and the meaning of spring. Obviously he was too young to be taken from this world. Wishing you a "rainbow of tulips and irises" today.
ReplyDeleteI felt the emotion behind these words. What a thought provoking poem. Thank you for sharing it today.
ReplyDeleteHolly, These are such powerful words! I'm sorry for your loss. Thinking of you!!
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