i want too die a simple death;
still i can not but tell..
battle field or hospital...
and when again i look..
...
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(cont.) Now your grammar is maybe better than MINE in 2023! I think there is a lot of and maybe tenderness in this, even though my comprehension may be incomplete.
Now I will read this for the 2nd time today. A clue as to when you wrote this is your less-than-perfect grammar (includes spelling; I think you 'want' 'to', not 'too', in your title.
(cont.) ...it is clearly marked as from 2009 which is before I 'knew' you. I think you were then known as 'Is It Poetry', but I'm not sure.
Well, I see below that I've visited this poem more than once, the last time six months ago. In one comment I was not clear about when I thought you wrote this peom, BUT...(cont.)
I'd have to read this more times and even then I may not feel comfortable rating it. I don't intend to read it again soon. bri
You may be very surprised to compare this poem to earlier ones (when James 'was' Is It Poetry, on PH) , and to his most recent poem(s) here this year. : ) bri
I've commented in past years and never made judgement pro or con on this poem, I think. There are some misspelled words but I 'get around' them. I am SURE there is a lot of slightly-veiled SEX in this. 'U.S.'? Is James being funny? bri ;)
true it is personal, but the expressing way became generalized, it is special poem language created by amazing poet, let we all wonder and melt into this stanzas' world and greeting the poet: ..............................10/10.............. if it were you...held off defiant... while your hands... did other things as well..and.. each one brings me back.. from the edge... each time... too face my fate alone..
towards the center... and you hold on../// once again I enjoyed to read this beautiful poem
A heart-wrenching poem about the final stage of our journey. Profound. With such vivid imagery. Such very strong emotions. I was clenching my jaw. Wringing my hands. It was difficult to read...in a good way. It held my attention from beginning too end. Thank you for such powerful writing.
once again the title drew me in. but, as i have left two comments already, i SHALL MOVE ON. bri :) let me look at poem #................hmmm? 3264
A moving mandate about mortality. Nicely done my friend!
iip, the title drew me in AGAIN! but, seeing as i have already commented on it, i guess i've already READ it also. so i; ll find one i haven't read. bri :)
Magnificent expression of how death takes hold of a person, your explanation of steps it takes before getting to the end. Realizing that this is not how you want to die, but preferably just lying down and simply let go, a peaceful, uneventful death. I like this line: As you watch what's left of my life, as it runs out between your fingers and rushes towards the center and you hold on and on until that bright light, and finally it dawns. It is a poignant moment before death, a final pause in life. You have outdone yourself with this one! I give it a 10! Love it. Thank you for sharing, making me feel the intensity of this situation, and walking away pondering it all. RoseAnn
Thanks so much and intolerably good! ! Your poem..but death gosh grotesque..ho ho hu hu [fright] Ten++ for that trickles down between fingers. Ms. Nivedita Please read my new post recipe of first kiss niv
I'll give ***** five stars and let others read and arrive at their own conclusions (or not) . bri : )