that day by Jared Fladelanddeath is a season
giving us a reason.
life is choked out
when we stop breathing.
nothing ponders us
like we are a lost kitten
on the door step,
it is unsure what to do with us.
death is a season
giving us a reason.
fear hesitates
our nervous organs
when the thought of the end
crosses our mind,
because nothing waits,
waits for us.
death is a season
giving us a reason.
stop drop roll
yell fire, scream murder.
the world does not move
when we open our eyes
and nothing happens,
that notorious nothing.
death is a season
giving us a reason. 06/10/2007 Author's Note: tell me your feelings after you read this. not your feelings regarded the poem itself, but how it made you feel. I'm curious.
Posted on 06/11/2007 Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/15/07 at 01:22 AM Having faced the death of the person closest to me, I could read it with some objectivity. There is no experience that is so final! Death might be a season. But it more likely feels like a sudden thunderbolt out of the blue! I thank God for His grace. Not an experience to be enjoyed at least when it is someone else. Well, the poem has my mind 'agoin'' Thought provoking. |
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