Facing the Field of Death

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Death and pain often takes us to the edge of death. It's one of those experiences.

Facing the Field of Death

Around that heap of earth I hovered,

Not a drop of tear I shed.

I’ve  had them flow at will,

Turning my heart a deep dry well.

 

I inhaled the fresh smell of earth,

Longed to revel in that existential myth.

I sat on that field of death,

Feeling a strange sense of mirth.

 

My mind reeling writhing in pain,

Produced nothing more than a thought chain.

Lots of courage to do it,

You don't have it in you to do it.

 

I stood up to derail the train,

That kept pushing at the back of my head.

Then straight I went on lest I turned to salt.

And all flags and alarms put on halt.

 

Dreams no more excite me,

And nightmares wilt away from me.

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cousinsoren commented on Facing the Field of Death

03-10-2010

cousinsoren commented on Facing the Field of Death 2 hr 51 min ago OMG! Abraham , you have adequately spoken reams of fear, sufferings and resignation in a few lines of superb poetry. You possess that rare talent that master poets are short-- that of speaking succinctly and with intense poignancy. They say soldiers suffer more, unless they heroically die, but women childen and the aged suffer most, for they forever survive to cry. The fourth stanza of resignation ( and renewal of courage??) is stupendous .My rating for pathos and perfect versification is 10x10. I pray you will publish an Anthlogy, one of these days. Your poetry is great stuff.,

cousinsoren commented on Facing the Field of Death

03-10-2010

OMG! Abraham , you have adequately spoken reams of fear, sufferings and resignbation in a few lines of superb poetry. You possess that rare talent that master poets are short-- that of speaking much succinctly and with intense poignnacy. They say soldiers suffer most, but they can only herooically die, but women childen and the aged suffer most, for they forever survive to cry. The fourht stanza of resiggnation ( and renewal of courage??) is stupendous .My rating for pathos and perfect versification is 10x10. I pray you will publish an Anthlogy, one of these days. Your poetry is great stuff.,

abraham

03/10/2010

I'm humbled by your appreciation of my work. At the same time it feels great when someone does read you. Thanks, cousinsoren. Your confusion in the 4th stanza wasn't misplaced. In fact, it's a renewal of courage.

Marsink commented on Facing the Field of Death

01-19-2010

I really like the poem and the imagery is oustanding. I will admit that I don't understanding it's context: the narrator is dead already, or dying.

abraham

01/20/2010

Thanks, Marsink. The narrator is neither dead nor dying. He's pushed to the edge by problems in life. It's about how he manages to turn back. I hope that clears it.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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