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Some music to set the mood as you read.
Sung by Jen Titus
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Giltinė
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cold
clear
grey
death
I carry
you with
me on a
back weighted
numberless days
out over hard
unforgiving water
shall we float down,
away, follow the currents
tug the essence out of your
existences,
swim a whirlpool
spinning ceaselessly
into the ebony
corridor of darkness
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..the ebony
corridor of darkness…what a great image
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Thank you for saying so Claudia. 🙂
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Haunting image and poetry! I like it.
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Thank you for that. It is a photo of a friend, and I found myself playing around with when I wrote the poem. Not that she is at all like death/a reaper – but the image just wanted to be made to fit. I hope that it does. 🙂
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dark imagery of the reaper rowing down the river styx. my take on the final few lines of this poem is that it refers to the uncertainty of our deeds and our fear for our future. we don’t know what lies ahead for us. we “spin ceaselessly” due to our actions which might lead us towards the “corridor of darkness”
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I love hearing what other feel about my poetry, and what they read into the word, and the structure. 🙂
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I saw the picture and thought to myself, “this is how things would look if I was dying.” This poem is enchanting. I love these lines, spinning, tugging, swirling. You even would charm and dance with death. Love it!
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Thank you Sara – it means a lot that you found this poem as you did. 🙂 I love reading your comments. Love ’em
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