"That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die" HP Lovecraft is the quote included in Mindlovemisery's Menagerie's Collage Prompt today. I am also sharing this with Imaginary Garden With Real Toads' The Tuesday Platform.
As we taste the sins of living
with no thoughts of mortality
we collect
things that live on after us
to tell our tale of waste
Stand not in a jar
to preserve death nor life
live a tale of love
that will sing far longer
far stronger than things we gather
15 comments:
I like your take on the classic Lovecraft lines--turning them around a bit to show us what the true horror is--wasting our lives in a bleak negativity, or a selfish turning from what is the best in ourselves and the world.
Goodness, such a lovely message here!
I agree with hedgewitch, excellent work!
mindlovemisery
great message for all of us.. thanks
Iam guessing this is one of those that came to you quickly, as a gift.
Loved it.
=)
Stand not in a jar...reminds me of bell jar by Sylvia Plath. And we all know how that ended. So, stand not in a jar, indeed.
Herein lies wisdom, my friend. Well done. While I may not be a fan of Lovecraft, I am most certainly a fan of yours. Merry Christmas.
I love this one - such a gothic vibe!
Lynne x
A great message lies within!
A profound quote and thought-provoking response from you in poetry.
I love the poem...quite wonderful.
Gail...I wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas...cherish every moment spent with your loved one...those are the riches...not the dollars and cents. Have a wonderful Festive Season...take good care. :)
things that live on after us
to tell our tale of waste
It is wise to reflect in anticipation so that one can make decisions in time to correct what may be defective! Rightly so Gail!
Hank
I do love that quote, and the idea of building a legacy through trinkets of life collected along the way is a great interpretation of it. For me death has only ever been in nothingness, if parts remain (however so - memories, or here trinkets), it is not so much death as displacement. Interesting piece!
Oh, yes. Perfect!
Ah, Lovecraft. Your poem stands strong on its own, like a cautionary tale.
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