Origami

Cherry

By Geertje Jong

Wed, 19 Jan 2011
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8 comments
 

I have had enough
Ready to meet my maker
The sickness has finished me
Brought me to my knees
I am no longer begging for life
Just longing for the sleep
When I can spread my wings
Which unfold like origami
From beneath my scapula
To soar and catch the thermals
And fly toward the light
To be captured and cradled
By the everlasting night

Certificate PG
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This is a very sad, but also beautiful poem. Thanks for the read. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Geertje Jong on
Thank you Jenny, a very close friend of mine died recently and this is how he felt. Geertje

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
lovely! ps I think it's cradled, not craddled

 

Submitted by Geertje Jong on
Hi Ins, glad you liked it, even though it is sad. Thanks for pointing out the mistake...I feel such a foreigner sometimes..(I am a foreigner and don't always get it right) Geertje

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Gosh - this is so very poignant, Geertje and so lovely. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by seashore on
I agree with Tina - lovely.

Submitted by Beeme on
I adore everything about this poem Geetje such poignant imagery, I enjoyed very much. I've read it over about five times now and find it absolutely enchanting. Beeme xx

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Submitted by Geertje Jong on
To Tina, Seashore & Beeme. It is so nice to get all these great comments, especially because all of you are such outstanding writers yourself! I also firmly believe that in writing poetry you are really showing your soul, you need to have experienced the things you write about to make them come alive. Thank you Geertje