LIFE AND DEATH

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LIFE AND DEATH

Today I died a little
(don’t we die a little every day?)
death is not only defined
when we go underground
inert body without soul ...
it also ends
when we realize
that the halls we travel through
are not real ... they are imaginary
(isn’t this  the worst death?)

Yes!

today I died a little
with visions of a real landscape
when the  sun did not rise
so bright
neither the moon showed
beautifully mine
I heard that song
and it didn’t sound
as beautiful ....

this death, however,
 has a lot to do with life
(fragments of illusion)
today I died
without tears
I feel almost new
throwing away
my old heart
(old illusions)

 

Mary Fioratti

Reviews

[Mohamed Hani]

wow...
words can't express...
great work

[irishprincess]

really good peom i really like it

[Leslie Philibert]

Well written poem,liked especially the questions in commas in the first verse,as well as the great first two lines.Good work.

[Art Sun]

interesting thoughts Mary...so many illusions within life, death is one of those illusions...even the Soul can be deceived, but when it is awakened the Soul breathes new life and we are awakened to a new beginning...nice work..

Dear Mary, A poem which is very clearly and precisely shows the truths... we die everyday indeed a little, and we are getting older. All is transience. And you discribed it perfectly. For something new day by day can be reborn out of the circle, and ashes of live~ Deep, and prodigious. Loved it. Beijos, Eli

[kdpgrahi]

Yes we used to die every day, little by little. You have made an excellent opening line. It is reflective rather philosophical. World is full of illusions and you have celebrated it in very simple terms. Brilliant . I love every bit of words you put here.