The Choosing
October 11, 2012 at 9:08 pm (literature, philosophy, Poems, poetry, Stories) (choice, death, humanity, journey, life, nature, poem, poems, poetry, sea, woman, word, words)
Angry as a woman ever was—
her file of life a medical lexicon
she left it all behind and plunged into the sea
assaulted by bitter rainfall on her weeping skin
body escaping from confines of wet crumpled clothes
and hair of seaweed falling through galloping waves.
All things come to an end and even pain
with all its earthly wires and strange responsibility
cannot hold us unless we will consent to stay
to keep human vigil for those who choose to swim away.
Sreejit Poole said,
October 12, 2012 at 5:52 pm
hi, i have nominated you for the one lovely blog award!
http://ofmindormatter.com/2012/10/13/nominated-for-the-one-lovely-blog-award/
Julia Dean-Richards said,
October 14, 2012 at 9:33 pm
Ah, thank you, Sreejit. Much appreciated x
Garden Girl said,
October 16, 2012 at 10:29 am
the final stanza truly speaks to me, especially the “consent” line, Sometimes it’s easy to forget we have a choice to let go. Enjoyed the read. 🙂