BTT # 60: The Little Deaths

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Image from William’s Art, can be found for reference at
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The Little Deaths

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Once these deaths

Did not feel little,

But more

Like explosions

Unpredictable

And fickle

Fires in the

Night of summer

Fading quickly

To a memory

Of what it craves

Never finding ground

Before it passes

Still thirsting

Wanting more.

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Now it holds me

Like the ocean

Floating in

Arms enveloping

With slow grace

The motion

Of waves

Washing me smooth.

I have nothing left

Within me,

Except that

Hidden speck

Of polished flotsam

Slowly lifted

By the tides

Before crashing

Breathless

On the shore

-Lona Gynt July 2019.  All Rights Reserved

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18 thoughts on “BTT # 60: The Little Deaths

    1. Therisa Godwaldt

      Lona, I think your mom would be proud of you, for writing this poem. Too often, we refuse to accept that we have bodily needs, which we deny ourselves, the holistic release.

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  1. I was thinking of the Shakespearean meaning of “little death” when I read this. I don’t know if you meant it as metaphor for that but I think it is apt. Beautiful imagery you used here!

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  2. Like explosions
    Unpredictable
    And fickle
    Fires in the
    Night of summer
    Fading quickly
    To a memory

    I’m reeling from this poem….so much here. The words I quoted above remind me of the fireflies on a hot Iowa summer night….we don’t have them in Boston. But then I think of how each one of us dies a little each day. We live….yes we do….but there are a myriad of little deaths in each one of us every day….until we are but a polished flotsam…what another wonderful line. It’s as if we live as a piece of sea glass….being churned….and changed. So much to think about here….

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