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Rings
by Jane E PearceRing around the hangman,
his pocket full of rye,
Jack was nimble,
Jack was quick,
but still, he had to die.
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Ring around Eternity,
eons in a row,
fight your fears
through all the years,
but still, you have to go.
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Ring around acceptance
with Mary's little Lamb,
bask in the peace
of sweet release,
when life lets go the dam. 05/08/2006
Posted on 05/08/2006
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/08/06 at 05:46 PM what a peaceful, childlike look at something we all must face and many fear...an excellent piece |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/27/06 at 10:24 PM Rings...that's why I chose to comment on this out of all the titles. It is a RING, this life. It beckons the question, "what is eternal?" WE beckon the question, we want to know, we are afraid. But there is a sense isn't there? Of something eternal that never dies...we do sense. That's my feeling upon reading this, it speaks. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 05/27/06 at 10:28 PM What I mean is...the irony of the cycle, the "ring", is that there is no end and no beginning, yet ends and beginnings are what we percieve and fear most of all...yes beginnings too because they mean "change". It is a ring indeed, nature's pardox. I had to add :-) |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/28/06 at 05:27 AM Well, one can refuse to go by not projecting the past. One can just BE in this eternal timelessness.There is just one moment death cannot consume and that is this, even if it is the moment of death. One can BE in DEATH. The death will turn into LIFE.Its a brilliant piece. Full marks. |
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