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When I leave this place,
give me wildflowers and feathers
and fire. Song. Words
spilled out, and some part
of me
scattered by the sea.
We are all but
shine specs, souls
shedding dust
and waiting.
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Twiglet number 14.
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I love this. Two years ago as I scooped up my love’s ashes and sprinkled them in the sea, I felt the sense of setting him free.
Carolin, I am so very sorry for your loss. Thank you for your kind words.
“When I leave this place,
give me wildflowers”
This is all the hope I need. What a beautiful way to open a poem.
You know when you go to poetry slams and a poem hits a chord with someone (hits them hard, and hits them deep), and they just make a noise like “Mmm.” That’s my reaction, except it sounds more like “Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm.”
“[A]nd some of me scattered by the sea.” Not to mention “We are all but shine specs, souls shedding dust and waiting.” Fantastic!
This feels so light and free and fluid. Lovely bit of writing, De. Thanks for joining in for this one.
So beautiful.
Gorgeous, De! I will be scattered in the ocean of life.
We are all but shine specs shedding dust ….LOVE this idea….would that everyone would be shedding a bit of sparkle each day — think how the world would glow š
From dust to dust… then why so many yards with stone markers for (some stone) boxes?
Each much choose the way to ‘go’, when gone… I guess though, before hand.
I had a relative who after donating body to science…then went to ash/dust – took about a year.
Our soul or souls they travel their own routes, I think when without a ‘shell’.
oh, to be a shine spec. beautiful