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Coffin Life

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A coffin.

A small box

in which a dead person is placed.

A coffin life.

A small box

in which a barely living person is placed

to slowly die.

A place of no movement,

no colour, no music,

no laughter, no shining eyes,

no touching of heart or soul.

A place of confinement,

gloomy and narrow,

life dwindling away,

within grey muffling walls,

hemming, pressing, stifling, defeating,

killing.

 

I will lift the lid.

I will not accept the coffin as my life

I will step out

I will walk through the door to the light

I will embrace

I will sing

I will move

I will care

I will LIVE.

 

◄ A meditation - the Sun Goddess of Bidston Hill

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Andy N

Mon 18th Jan 2010 08:30

I agree with Cynthia here, Dave but it is a nice change off pace in the second stanza.. nice one

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Sun 17th Jan 2010 14:21

This is a telling poem, Dave. The premise is wholesome and hopeful, presuming you actually can execute the 'I wills ...'

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Steve Regan

Sun 17th Jan 2010 11:06

Would that we could all live lives of such vibrancy and warmth; would that each humnan life was full of music, colour, laughter, shining eyes etc.

I fear too many of us live diminished lives - of the sort you suggest with the coffin metaphor of the poem (and the pic).

If, in reading it, people are tempted to break out of their coffins and live a little, then it will have done a lot

I think it has the power to do that.Steve.

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