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yes
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Diseased by the duress of despair,
and the defiling, unendurable distress
manifested in the moments that come
after being smitten by darkness,
the fatal hour soon arises
when Man becomes
ready and willing,
in all finality,
to welcome
his own
timely
death.
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no
!
Uncle Tree's House 
Aha, cross over.
No need to get cross with me, Ed.
I’m attempting to reset the tone.
Do you know where I can locate the dimmer switch?
It is a good thing that time is not static and neither are the thoughts of the rational person. Quite the story between the two poles of yes and no.
funny, you talk about death and darkness in the shape of a light bulb. i think you have reset the tone. death is only one step of millions as we walk along. the more open one is to the lightness of death, the easier the step is to take.
then some mad scientist shocks you back into the darkness of life. oh that dr. frankenstien.
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I’m trying to scare the bejeebies out of you,
and all you can do is smile? If I could add horns, me wood.
Hey, Mark! Time may knot be static, but space sure is.
If I were a rational-type thinking person, I would have used
on and off.
This is my version of ironic symbolism, Derek.
What makes it even more weird, is that it came out that way
by total accident. I was shocked! Look what’s happening to me!
I’m changing right behind my very own eyes, and I can’t see it.
Tree Whitakers
i call that accidental genius, uncle tree.
U R 2 kind, headless snowman. Thank you!
Really…
Wow ! I love the vortex quality the shape of the words promote. When I read it, it’s as if the words a swirling to an end point from which there’s no escape ….Death indeed.
Oh my goodness! When I first saw this, I thought it was an ice cream
cone.
After reading it, I think ‘dem bones do get weary of all that
dead wood and feels compelled to melt.
bonefires
Thanks, Colleen! I’m glad you saw that.
I was hoping it looked like a light bulb, the symbol for an ‘idea’. “Ding!”
Death is at the bottom, because that’s where the bulb gets screwed.
That did come to mind, Bonnie. With my luck,
if I’d tried to make it look like an ice cream cone,
someone would have thought it was a dildo.
And…
You made me think of, “Bone diggers, bone diggers…” in that song,
“You Can Call Me Al” by Paul Simon. I’m suuuuure you remember.
I suddenly feel warmer. Thanks for flipping my switch!
Now I don’t feel so dim. π
Yep great song. “He saw angels in the architecture , he had no currency……
and went spinning into infinity.”
when Man becomes
ready and willing,
in all finality
…i wonder if we will actually be ready when the “finality” comes…
Great flow and fun use of alliteration.
You know, Bonnie, you had me singing and whistling
that song all over again today. It’s such a fun one, I don’t mind.
Especially the bass riffs… ‘spinning away’ is what my brain’s been doing.
Hey there, Butterfly!
I wonder what age one must be, before they can say this and mean it?
There are those who wish to go out with a “BANG!!!”
And a small few of those (martyrs and suicide bombers)
wish to take someone with them when they go. Not my style.
I can think of two ways that would be an ideal way to go.
#1. The heavens open up, and someone from up above
swings down low in their sweet chariot and swoops me away.
And
#2. Naturally, #2 is going to be the natural way: in my sleep.
But not until I reach a ripe old age, of course. If we have to
drink life all the way down to the last dregs…I’m thinking 84.
I reserve the right to change my mind at any moment. π
Hello again, Vic!
Glad you noticed that. It was fun to say, starting out that way.
But then I got to the point where I needed to make my point.
That’s when the alliterations got screwed to death. No?
Oh Uncle!
Thank you so much for the comment.
I’m quite busy with some paperworks and monthly reports.
Haven’t been writing lately, but I’d try to post as soon as possible.
Hmmm…
I like the first way, chariots, blinding light, sweet music, and winged creatures,,,, ahhh lovely..
My first name is Rhee, there you have it. hehe
Hugs,
Butterfly
Rhee is a beautiful name, Butterfly.
Uncle Tree can be such a manipulator at times. Please, excuse him.
I’m glad you have a good sense of imagination. Cloud 9, oh, yeah!
I will be keeping one of my eyes on you. No need to hurry anything.
Have a great Friday, busy girl! Ah…Rhee…Luvz, UT
The alliterations were a fun tool, but if you would have forced it, I don’t think the poem would have kept its flow. Good work!
You are right in many ways, Vic.
“May the Force be with you.” It’s always easier to do the work
when you think you’ve got something behind you to help you along.
If I didn’t enjoy the fun that’s there to be had in playing with words,
I wood knot be here pretending to be a tree writing ‘poetry’ on a b-log.
Anywayz…I’m glad you thought well of my silly, little light bulb.
Thanks for stopping back by! I’ll keep the flow in mind, too. UT
three things about this work really impressed me…
– beginning the poem with yes and ending it with no… when we come to no… we understand the meaning of that yes at the beginning…
– the formof the poem… the way it shows how we are diminishing physically… but as the words become fewer and fewer in each line the meaning and the effect becomes more and more… this is life… lesser and lesser body… more and more soul…
the title… that play on words not and knot… we should not fear our end… but this fear is always a knot… an unsolved problem… how will it be resolved… untied? that is the question…
fabulous work… loved it a lot!
That’s a brilliant interpretation, human being!
I did use ‘decrescendo’ as a tag for the express purpose of helping
to make that point come across loud and clear. Thank you for saying
as much! You’re spot on about the knots. I’m going nuts overly trying
to untie all the ones from the past, ones with which I no longer wish
to be bound. My fingers may be sore and raw, but my soul always soars
when I begin to loosen up. Why get a grip, when I can easily let go?
Sometimes grasping is good, and sometimes it’s knot.
Never unscrew a hot light bulb, for it also needs to become more cool
before anyone will want to touch, or play with it. Same goes for us.
Be cool now, and have a great Sunday!
fear knot?
what a sizzling title,
love the shape and the message behind your words….
you have outdone yourself on this piece…
Thanks for sharing!
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Thank you, Jingle, and you’re welcome!π
ooo beautifully written, love the flow and the structure as well π
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I thought you, especially, might like the looks of this one, Riika.
Glad you liked it. Thank you very much! π
this is deep… so profound… acceptance of death as darkness engulfs him is truly a sad ending.
Medieval Mist
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The trick, Pink Lady, when you go to the depths of darkness
is to come back to the light above without being covered in mud.
Thank you for commenting! π It doesn’t have to be sad, ya know.
Awesome writing..into the darkness
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Thank you, sir!
accepting death is a true nature of warrior, because a warrior should fear nothing…
I don’t know but, I see exclamation mark (without a dot under it) rather than light bulb π
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That which we perceive is always tied to what we believe.
Warriors see things differently. They live to find an enemy.
Knot me π I fight to keep the peace on all my branches.
I thank you for your input! Hope you have a nice uni-reversal.
powerful..
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Fiveloaf? Hmmm…however did you come up with that?
No matter. I’m glad you found a word to say. Thanks!
It looked to me as an inverted drop as if taking to where we come from..
When a drop symbolizes birth and flow, the trickle showed the no- escape death.. very powerfully demonstrated..
Happy Potluck
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I like your interpretation, Olivia.
Death is at the bottom because that’s where the bulb gets screwed. Ha!
Thank you for your colorful comment! π
many thanks…
I got your nominations…
Happy Tuesday!
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Cool beans, Jingle π
No, there’s no escape from “death” of the body, but the soul goes on and on–don’t be afraid–its light never dims. π
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Nice to meet you, Bodhirose, and I thank you for commenting. π
Uncle Tree is used to the 4 bits of transformation each year.
I simply can’t imagine it ever being over for good. no
Uncle Tree- Wow do I like this piece. Your words are being washed down into the hourglass or funnel of this thing we call life. Cool!
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Hey, Kristen!
Glad to hear you like this one, too. Thanks for telling me so! π
I have this thing for graphics. This form was mostly an accident. yes
No matter what, seems death is never easy to accept…and yet we will all have to one day.
Really enjoyed this poem. Thank you.
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You’re more than welcome, Talon.
Thank you for stopping by
to drop off a word or two!
What a fantastic visual poem. I woudn’t say it’s a cheerful one but I think it is pure art. I think I can understand what goes on in this words, I think I have been there before but I could not describe it with such glamour.
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Hi, Mariana! I’d never thought of a light bulb
as being glamorous, but I’m glad you think
my wordy picture has that such-ness.
Hope to brighten your day, anyway!
With luvz and hugz, sweet niece!
have a fun Saturday, see you tomorrow night at poetry potluck…
cheers.
sure the shape was unintentional? can there be unintentional cleverness? or maybe just that the piece naturally winds down to its polar opposite…. whatever the case, it certainly works. π
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Hello, Siubhan! Nice to meet you. π
Okay, the shape wasn’t exactly an accident.
Close, but no cookie. Just a bit of sculpturing to finish.
Glad you thought it all worked out in the end. Thank you! Peace, UT
excellent poem…one of the best i’ve read lately…
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My ego loves hearing those words, Liliana. Thank you so much! π
Just noticed last night, , Walt Whitman said that death is as lucky as being born. We’ll I’m chewing on it—might even agree, since, well they’tr the two sides of the same poker chip.
Enjoy getting back into your archives, exploring an old box of letters in the attic.
Old letters that not even I can remember writing. lol
It is that time of the year, my friend. Let the chips
and the leaves fall when and where they may.
I’m hanging on for dear life. Hope you are, too. π UT
Thank you, Caroline! π Hope you had a great day!