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Swept Away

Death happens in many forms. Whether face a physical death, an emotional death, or a spiritual death we must grieve and resurrect a new version of ourselves from the experience – whether it be here in this existence or in whatever comes next.

I’ve stood on the banks
of death and watched life
slip away, taken fast
on an unstoppable current –
broken flags waving surrender
to a darkening sky of eyes
closing for the last time.
Plentiful sunsets are taken
for granted in this world of
watered-down appreciation.
In last moments expelled breaths
hold all we have ever been –
air heavy with remnants of soul
searching for a place
to surface once again.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

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Slipping Away

I’ve stood upon the banks
of death and watched life
slip away, taken fast
on an unstoppable current –
broken sails waving a surrender
to a darkening sky of eyes
closing for the last time.
Plentiful sunsets are taken
for granted in this world of
wasteful, watered-down appreciation.
In those last moments, expelled breath
holds all we have ever been.
I’ve felt such breath, heavy
air infused with remnants of soul
searching for a place
to once again be.

~

A small moment this week ignited these words in my mind.  Life should be valued by love, counted in minutes spent absorbed in happiness and wonder. I wish to leave memories of goodness in my wake. I’ll keep trying to create moments to be remembered after I’m gone, paths I’ve taken to be followed by those who were touched by all I someday leave behind.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

Rise

May death give you life;
as you fill this grave with
the body of your past,
may your future rise.
Dust off dirt shoveled,
walk atop all used
to bury you,
build upon earth
meant as a resting place,
create a foundation
on which the mansion
of your future will stand.

Some deaths
are merely beginnings.

~

There are many days when a thought or a phrase I think of in passing become lines of a poem I never thought I would write. This is one of those poems. I didn’t start my day contempleting death, no one I know has recently passed on. I started my day contemplating life and moving on. Huge life changes are often accompanied by losing parts of ourselves, people around us, or the things we own. Metaphorically this is a death of sorts. We reach out of the dirt of the past (or even the present) and focus on the days to come.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz