“Your life can end at any time, and it can end more than once. But it can also begin more than once.” Michael R French, The Reconstruction of Wilson Ryder



this is the way …
this is the way, I re-imagine life
……a poem
to put it to rest in black on white
to bury the quick along with the dead
to plant flowers with seeds from my head
to fund the seas with my words well honed
to dust the house but leave cobwebs alone
to remember my ending and forget my start
to let solitude heal that pain in my heart
to turn burning questions into philosopher’s gold
and skillfully repurpose my ragged old soul

© 2019, Jamie Dedes


Jamie Dedes. I’m a freelance writer, poet, content editor, and blogger. I also manage The BeZine and its associated activities and The Poet by Day jamiededes.com, an info hub for writers meant to encourage good but lesser-known poets, women and minority poets, outsider artists, and artists just finding their voices in maturity. The Poet by Day is dedicated to supporting freedom of artistic expression and human rights.  Email thepoetbyday@gmail.com for permissions, commissions, or assignments.

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4 Comments

  1. Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib wrote

    kahun kis se mei ke kya hai, shab e gham burri bala hai
    mujhe kya burra tha marna agar aik baar hota

    to whom might I say what it is– the night of sadness is a bad disaster!
    why would I have minded dying, if it took place one time?

    This is the way I know, but I know so little…

    Every beginning has an end
    Death for human beings is ordained..
    To Allah is our return, but the time is a secret,
    it is a certain uncertainty, but not a regret
    solitude is but a concept, one is never alone
    illness is change, a test on flesh and bone
    a spider’s cobweb saved the prophet’s life
    protection was given in a whale’s inside
    learning is best from the cradle to the grave
    life is full of tragedy one needs to be brave
    parents are given not chosen,our start is
    not our own,let us sow seeds of good
    and make a fruitful fragrant peaceful garden
    evergreen and richly grown.

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