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Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
comestolifea flower’s worst nightmare
bloomed majestic and hand-picked by the gardener as a semblance of exquisite beauty
its heart desired to end up in a vase
brighten up an alley, a room, or somewhere be fondly placed
maybe even become a reason to mend a fight or augment a child’s smile
settle for a broach on his coat or a decor in her hair
Alas! dreams of being showered on happy occasions withered away
with its newfound fate.
Chosen for a visit to the cemetery
and left behind with the dead, down in the darkness of reality.

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In response to Christine’s Writing Prompt https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/130149259/posts/11763

Also, in response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge
https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/10/10/reenas-exploration-challenge-108/

Poetry Week!!

Reena’s task this week – choose any one line out of the seven given here, and use it as the first line for your piece.

“For I have known them all already, known them all:”

From: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot

I’ve been here before you know.

Strange as it may seem, but we all have. Most of us choose not to remember, but I am blessed or cursed, depending on your point of view.

Our brains are amazing organs. They can pick and choose what to believe, how to act, and what to recall. I vividly recall two past lives. Not everything but enough to make me believe I was once there. They are both caught up in war. In World War One I was in the trenches on the western front, I can still smell the mud, the blood and the…

Written In Response To:

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108 – PROMPT: You can choose any one line out of the seven given here, and use it as the first line for your piece.  Here are the seven lines to choose from:

“For I have known them all already, known them all:

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons;

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”

Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot

“Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;

Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.

I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.”

Source:“Dirge Without Music” by Edna St. Vincent Millay:

For I have already known them all

through the risings and the falls

evenings, mornings, afternoons

life’s tragic and comedic cartoons

drowning darkness of the grave

Reenais the host of Reena’sExploration Challenge.

DISSENT IS THE ONLY DESCENT RESPONSE

I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
This world is run by lies, by greed and fear and trickery.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Everywhere is conflict, bigotry, racism and sexism.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

“They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace –
Christopher Robin went down with Alice.”
“The life of the poor and the life of the Queen
When looked at in contrast both seem quite obscene,”
Says Alice. “I may know, but I do not approve.”

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This is part of Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108

Gently they go, the beautiful,
the tender, the kind
and they leave
behind
a
void

I
have
measured
out my life
with coffee spoons – they
say dregs can foretell my future

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 108

i have measured out my life with coffee spoons
says mr. eliot
his spoons smaller than teaspoons
whereas i prefer a dinner spoon in favor of a fork
and measure out my girth alone with it
i have measured out my life with
steps taken on aching feet

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108 – 10/10/19

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.*
Every damn day. This life, a daily grind of excruciation.
Always having to adjust mentally, physically and emotionally.
Moving through my day as cautiously as possible.

Pushing through the pain, feeling productive & proud.
I’m beyond the agony when I’m able.
But some days I have no spoons and I go
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave**

*Source: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
**Source: “Dirge Without Music” by Edna St. Vincent Millay