Origins
My life began with a funeral
A fresh start from a bloody goodbye
The harmful root wrenched free and yet
I weep for what is no more than an
Absence.
Standing alone, I jump from the edge
Suspended above water, space, which
Expands to meet me as I greet it with
A kiss – both bitter and relieving
Romantic
For what is more complex than this
To risk both all and nothing
Life is short and so is my grief
But I always remember the
Funeral
From whence it began, this journey
Of solitude where I seek out
The innermost secrets of being
Me, on the verge of some great
Adventure.
Hey readers, after a brief hiatus, I am back at the Speakeasy this week! Since there are only two more weeks left before summer break, dive on in an submit your own work! It’s a lot of fun.
This week’s prompt must begin with the sentence “My life began with a funeral” and must refer to the photo.
14 Comments
Karen
“I weep for what is no more than an absence” – Great line!
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Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you! I don’t know where that came from…;)
Joe Cardillo
Quite beautiful. Especially like the last few lines.
I think a lot about roots and how sometimes it seems if we don’t keep them strong we might fly right up into the sky.
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Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you. My roots feel so shallow these days…
zoe
This was really beautiful . I gave poetry my first shot this week and I fear it makes sense to no one but me. But I really enjoyed this. Thanks.
Natalie the Singingfool
Poetry is HARD. Glad you waded in!
Elizabeth@ReticentWriter
I do enjoy the poetry entries so much. I wouldn’t even know where to begin to write a poem. Nice work.
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Natalie the Singingfool
Poetry is still new for me, but I love to read it. I guess the practice doesn’t hurt.
Punky Coletta
Beautiful!
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Natalie the Singingfool
Thanks! <3
Chris Plumb
Not enough people use “whence.” Well played.
So did this death release one from an old romance? Free to live again?
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Natalie the Singingfool
Sometimes you’ve gotta bust out a “whence” or a “whom.”
And you could say it was an old romance…let’s say it was a “death to self-destructiveness” moment…
ann bennett
I like your new header. I’m a catlady who owns a bunch of dogs. Your poem is quite good.
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Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you! I own a dog, too. 😉