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| Resurrection Reunion 2, 1945, Sir Stanley Spencer |
Redux
©2013 Susan Noyes Anderson
Death is a many-splendored thing;
especially when it ends.
The shroud is shed; the raised heart sings
and everyone pretends
that life is bound to be brand new
the second time around,
and all along they knew, just knew
they'd break free from the ground.
∞§∞
they'd break free from the ground.
∞§∞
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15 comments:
I like your poem and the painting.
I did like this almost light hearted approach. Great job as always.
Bonjour,
Je découvre ton blog, j'aime beaucoup ton travail! Des aventures et de très belles photos.
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HI, I discover your blog that I like very much! adventures and very beautiful photographs.
I am amateur photographer; I was registered to follow your publications
Do not hesitate to visit to me over my blogs, thank you, have a nice day! Cath.
I'm heading to Chicago for a memorial service for my Sister-in-law. This is a poem of joy and just what I needed. Thanks Sue.
hey i am all for breaking free from the ground...what a reassurance eh? smiles...death is...and we cant avoid it but we can make sure its not the end.
What a great opening!
Death is a many-splendored thing;
especially when it ends.
Now that's what I call an attention grabber. The strong rhythm and rhyme are excellent too. How very satisifying this is, Sue.
You really have a way with words.
The painting is very interesting. I think I will spend some more time looking at it. Your poem was also very interesting, sweet and hopeful.
Blessings!
Wow. Love it.
Wonderful write!
Oh, i like this .....after all, we could be all dead now and merely waiting to be born to the real world !
Very nice Sue. It continues to surprise me when people say they do not believe in the after life. Yet, I always say to myself….deep down they really know there is!
Thanks for this, Sue. A friend has recently passed away.
ideas to ponder...
Wonderful!
All I could think of was "Please pass the tissue" . . .
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