Spirit in the Sky, He likes Full Circles...

Life’s Poetic Metaphors

 

Eyes of an artist see color and texture

Heart of a poet sees transcendent majesty in the ordinary

Mind of a writer sees metaphorical life history

My poetic blood runs deep…

 

My friend buried her sister today.

Although, I did not know her, I cried.

Sitting in the back of the church alone,

I cried.

 

For, my friend’s sister had given birth to eight boys and one girl

Forty some odd years ago

 

There, in that church, those boys she birthed were men.

Carried her out, they did, each of them. 

One at each corner; four on each side.

There they go, marching two by four

Her daughter lead the procession with a cross.

 

All I could think of was the beauty in that circle of life.

What a treasure to have her children carry her on their

shoulders, the way she carried them lo’ those many years ago

 

She brought them into this world,

And they saw her out.

 

What a fitting closure to a beautiful life.

God bless you, my unknown lady.

 

Bright Ocean Star; April 29, 2015

 

 

 

Author's Note

Just something that got me. Only another poet would understand...

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

Beautiful heartfelt poem, death is inevitable and may the only certainty after, death after a fulfilled life is more meaningful and many people can not achieve that goal too, in the contrary meaning and no meaning to life is very relative in many aspects, my sister passed away recently but had no children but a very kind soul, hope she is in heaven and the person in this poem may say hi to my sister

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Linda. I deeply apprecieate you dropping in. I'm so glad you liked this poem. I wasn't sure it was even a poem, to be honest. It was just something I had to put to paper. :)

[Linda alexander]

You welcome, take care

[Relic]

In reviews we describe what we thought about the poem just read. In this case, I can see the scene and I feel it. There is a spirituality to it however, that i not so easy to describe. You did a great job of writing this in a way that makes the heart take notice.

The song is one I listened to growing up and still listen to it today. :)

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Relic. Its a great song..:)

[Matching Socks]

This is so very beautiful, you have me choked up too.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Ana! It is so good to have you back again. I'm happy you dropped in to read this one. I've heard of people having so many children they have created their own soccer team, but never their own funeral procession. It was a sad, emotional day. My friend is still mourning her sister. Thanks again for dropping in...:)

[Matching Socks]

You're welcome. I'm sure the kids will support one another.

[Sami Khalil]

Very heartfelt and conveyed. The death of this lady and her honoring by her children. Wow.Excellent...:)....c

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Sami. I appreciate you reading it ...:)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....

[Woody]

it's as if I were there in the church, then marching out behind the coffin to see the lady to her final abode. it's that good. feeling for your fellow humans even though you've never really met them is a clear indication of a big heart full of compassion. a very touching one Anne.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Woody. I am happy you liked this one. It is a bit sad. However, I couldn't get the image out of my mind until I put it to words. You know what I mean? Sometimes, my muse doesn't let me rest until he is satisfied. Thank you again for dropping in. It means a lot to me to see your helpful, supportive comments..:)

[rubie]

You do indeed have the heart and mind and soul of a poet.

If you hadn't, you could not have written about the cycle and journey of life so eloquently.

What a profound write!

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Rubie. I am happy you liked this poem. Thank you for your kind words...:)

[Moonie]

Ah, you made my heart skip a beat with your lovely words. What an incredible way to describe the scene, and what an incredible way to describe life's journey. There is only birth and death in this world, in between there is life. After my grandfather's death, I have developed a great understanding about such matters and about the futility of mourning once that someone is gone. Dying does not scare me any more. I have learnt to accept it as a law of nature, much like a child learns to accept gravity after he falls. Thank you for such a beautiful poem, Bright ocean star!!! :))

[Bright Ocean Star]

You are welcome, my friend. I'm happy you liked it...:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Poets are sensitive by nature for we always put our hearts on our sleeves... the loss of any life is tragic, I always feel it deep down when I see death on the news. A very moving poem.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Cowboy..:)

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

You are welcome hon.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

poets probably empathize more than most...we write what we feel, and we feel most of what is around us...

excellent piece...first line i think should be "see"---

but you capture the emotions of the event as it affected generations...this woman had a pronounced effect on so many, including the poet who is the onlooker...taking it all in and transcribing it.

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, Jacob. It was just the most beautiful moment when life came full circle. This woman was definitely blessed to have her children look out for her until the end. This definitely isn't my best poem. It may not be a poem at all...but the whole concept was truly poetry in life. Thank you again!

[Bright Ocean Star]

Jacob, I tried that first, and it just didn't look right. I'm glad you said something. I will change it. Thanks!

[Jamestown]

Well written and delivered!
This piece is very touching, we all have to go sometime:(
I pray for the families loss, Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Bright Ocean Star]

Thank you, James. I'm happy you liked it. :)