Tag: death
Eulogistic Ballad—By a Butterfly
We were young, still in our cocoons when we first met. Flora morphed into a beautiful butterfly, sooner than me. Her wings—the colors of fire, lit the sky. Her flutter stirred many, to reach and pocket her. But free minded, she held her own, unwilling to be caught. With a grand vision to travel ...Red Lilies Under Broken Ground
Do the selfish greedy fewWatch the innocent dieAnd bleed upon the morning dewDo they inhale the red dustAbove the crumbling homes of trust Has their warring blackboardBeen desecrated by the blood-spattered hordeSacrifice by their beheading swords The white doves of peace are cryingWhile the red lilies of loveLay under broken ground dyingThe Obituary
I’ve been telling my husband the only thing I hate about dying is I won’t be able to write about it. As a writer, I gravitate towards death. I’m not sure why. I remember a story I wrote in high school about my death from a car accident. My spirit floated above my body, watching ...Glow In The Dark Stars
The following poem is from Lo Potter’s upcoming collection “Celestial Navigation” set for release in September 2021 it’s funny how only a great time laterwe take real personal meaning from dreams.when I dreamt that my bed was safe,because you would make it so.and those stars we pointed to,making constellations in our minds,slowly learning direction,teaching me ...Black Roses Part 1
That day, an unfamiliar face stood in the butcher’s shop. A tall, rounded man with a trimmed beard and two emerald green eyes sold her the pork shoulder. Belle stood behind the counter, watching the world play out outside the shop windows. The silence stretched between them. Sounds from outside the building echoed in the ...The ‘C’ Word
Cancer: The word means nothing to most people. But to the people who have it, or those close to them, the word means everything.Our Dearly Departed
My first time working for my new employer, I had yet to see a day of sun since the Mississippi. The train had arrived in a cloud of low-hanging, foul black soot that matched the smiling mouths of some fellow patrons I tipped my head to along the way. What had been a normal blend ...- Home & GardenCurrent Affairs & PoliticsCultureCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & Autobiographies
The Death Of A Small Town Generation – A Poem
Thirteen years ago we walked across a church stageNow, so many of us are deadIraq, Afghanistan, or from drug overdoses[Mostly drug overdoses]Some of them? farming or fishing accidents – ButMostly drug overdosesShe called me on the phoneCame down the stairsTelephone cord like a nooseDid you hear about William?Did you hear about Carolyn?Did you hear about ... The Ending Is The Most Important
I have found myself thinking about the way things end. The ending of a television show can affect the entire journey for viewers. I mean look at the Game of Thrones television show. This would be the perfect time to rewatch the show, but the finale was met with such anger that fans refuse to ...Monster Under The Bed
The nefarious nighttime monster stepped out from the portal, and an evil smirk possessed his face. The vile red-eyed beast never knew where the gateway would end up, nor did he care. All that mattered was making a kill—and receiving a reward of a whole-body judder when the human’s heart ceased. The forceful vibration sent ...









