yes and no, ready
or not, laughing and cursing–
the horizon holds
its hand out—question, prayer,
breath—stilled on the wind’s border
Frank at dVerse asked us to write a jisei (Japanese death poem)
antipodal
K.
lines that aim to be
yes and no, ready
or not, laughing and cursing–
the horizon holds
its hand out—question, prayer,
breath—stilled on the wind’s border
Frank at dVerse asked us to write a jisei (Japanese death poem)
K. 
I guess there will always be questions until we finally have answers. 🙂
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Indeed. Thanks Rob.
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I love how you put this together.
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Thanks Jade. It’s not a bad thing to consider death rather than pretending it doesn’t exist.
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You’re welcome. Agreed. I have been looking at collage artists in books borrowed from hoopla. So many cool ideas. I might do a post with their names, websites, and samples of their work soon.
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I look forward to that. BTW you were in my dream last night…we were doing a 30 day challenge of some kind of alphabetical poetry and I had gotten lost in the middle…sounds like me… and was looking for you to catch me up.
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Now that is what I call cool, K. You and I sharing and working together is a good thing to dream about. Trying to think of a pun for “lost in the middle of alphabetical poetry” as that’s the format dreams seem to like to use. I had a very interesting dream the other night also. Too long to go into but it felt like a big message was being conveyed so need to ponder it a bit.
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I rarely remember entire dreams anymore. But lots of fragments.
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Stilled on the wind’s boarder…. I like this line. It is exactly what occurs at the moment of our passing!
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Thanks Dwight. That’s what I see.
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This reads like a perfectly formed drop of inspiration from the Muses, Kerfe. As a death poem, it says so much about all that is unsaid and unknown and “stilled”. And I appreciate the stark realism, so beautifully worded. What a pleasure to read and reread!
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Thanks Dora. We spend too much time pretending we won’t die I think.
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Yes, that horizon waits for us however prepared or unprepared we are. I love this poem of the borderlands!
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Thanks Ingrid. We are probably never really prepared.
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It’s a an idea that feels so powerful, the horizon holding out its hand, like the earth wrapping itself around us.
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I hope that’s how it will be.
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Yes.
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Oooh, this made me shudder in a good way. Fantastic!
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Thanks Isobel.
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this is very ethereal, yes the wind and senses leave us as we departed … you captured that well!
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Thanks Kate.
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Well done. Stilled on the wind’s border. Nice.
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I really like this–questions without answer (or without answer that we know about)–and that last line is wonderful.
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I love the line – ‘stilled on the wind’s borders’. What a fabulously refined way of expressing such complex thoughts.
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Thanks Suzanne.
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