Category Archives: Death

Poem for d’Verse

Posted on January 29, 2018 by

POEM On the day that I die will the world end or just me? If I write a poem will it die with me or will it stay on and let the world know that I was here and wrote … Continue reading →

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I put this image on my last post…

Posted on January 20, 2018 by

And  got the feeling that if I were looking at this image when I died I would surely die with a smile on my lips and peace in my heart.  It’s like a glimpse into the truth, I guess, whatever that … Continue reading →

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Heart of Stone – a poem

Posted on January 11, 2018 by

HEART OF STONE One day she wrote a poem that ended, “Whose face did she wish to see?” She wrote that, and reading it realized there was no face that she longed to see. Her heart had hardened into stone. … Continue reading →

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I HEARD SOMEONE CRYING – a haibun

Posted on December 18, 2017 by

It woke me.  Maybe in the upstairs apartment?  A muscle in my arm twitched.  I recall snuggling with my old red blind deaf cat named “Lucky.” goldfish looking out rain patters against the pane bradford pear leaf falls

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Short Quote

Posted on December 2, 2017 by

“After all, it is no more surprising to be born twice than it is to be born once.” –Voltaire, quoted by Philip Kapleau, p. 39, The Wheel of Death.

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Dark Humor

Posted on November 27, 2017 by

https://nanmykel.com/2017/01/19/repeating-line/ (Now see, that’s my computer talking back to me.  I DID NOT TYPE THAT LINE!) I’m going to start over with MY CURRENT WORDS! — 11/27/2017 I’ve been told I have a warped [unkind?] sense of humor.  Because my … Continue reading →

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The End for d’Verse

Posted on August 1, 2017 by

The purple skein of yarn is no more. It has run away– Hi ho, away I say! Away. Sweater half begun. No one left to don it.  No one, I say! The sink is empty, the tree uprooted.  My life? … Continue reading →

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