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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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Moving On

Moving On

Move on like you don’t have a past –
as if every decision made
in the grand scheme of things,
no longer matters.
Treat yesterday as a memory
from a book read beneath a tree
in the height of a lazy summer.

Move on like you don’t have a future –
as if every plan you ever made
has been sent back to the drawing board
of your dreams.
Lift your pen and write the words
waiting to be said and lived.
This is moving on.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

The past month has brought irrevocable change to my life. I don’t see any other way to move forward except to reconfigure everything I thought I knew. So here I go… pen of my soul back to the drawing board.

Desencontro

Desencontro

The boat launched
from a shore of awareness –
and I waiting at the sand
waved a goodbye to
something that never
could have been.

~

I titled this poem Desencontro – a Portuguese word meaning failure to meet, a disconnection, or discord. I love using words foreign to my native language, words that mean many things spoken in English but can be summed up in one word in another language.

~ 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