Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Redux

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.
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15 comments:

  1. Terra November 6, 2013 at 7:56 PM

    I like your poem and the painting.

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  2. GailNovember 6, 2013 at 8:20 PM

    I did like this almost light hearted approach. Great job as always.

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  3. cath November 6, 2013 at 10:54 PM

    Bonjour,
    Je découvre ton blog, j'aime beaucoup ton travail! Des aventures et de très belles photos.
    Je suis artiste peintre, photographe amateur; je me suis inscrite pour suivre tes publications!
    Je t'invite à me rendre visite sur mes blogs, merci beaucoup et bonne journée! Cath.

    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.

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  4. yayaNovember 7, 2013 at 4:42 AM

    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.

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  5. Brian MillerNovember 7, 2013 at 6:26 AM

    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.

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  6. Other MaryNovember 7, 2013 at 7:32 AM

    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.

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  7. AmyNovember 7, 2013 at 11:27 AM

    You really have a way with words.

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  8. LeAnnNovember 7, 2013 at 3:38 PM

    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!

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  9. Karen MortensenNovember 7, 2013 at 5:33 PM

    Wow. Love it.

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  10. KatherineNovember 7, 2013 at 5:46 PM

    Wonderful write!

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  11. Silent Otto November 9, 2013 at 4:51 AM

    Oh, i like this .....after all, we could be all dead now and merely waiting to be born to the real world !

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  12. Grandma HoneyNovember 9, 2013 at 11:38 AM

    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!

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  13. EG CameraGirlNovember 13, 2013 at 10:30 AM

    Thanks for this, Sue. A friend has recently passed away.

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  14. Splendid Little StarsNovember 22, 2013 at 11:48 PM

    ideas to ponder...

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  15. ~T~November 26, 2013 at 9:00 AM

    Wonderful!

    All I could think of was "Please pass the tissue" . . .

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