Deathpoem by Shinsui – 1769
she’s all soul, sound, and sea churn,
a transcendent conscience reborn,
a graceful slowing of tempo
new world fire leaves old world ashes
her rubied mouth spills leitmotifs of
letdowns, loneliness, languishing pulse.
Can she hear my voice added to her song?
***
Inspired by Ron’s recent take on the Sevenling form.
Paranormal Women's Fiction, Urban Fantasy, and Fairy Tale Retellings with a Modern Twist
True tales over 50
exercising heart and mind, lest I waste away
Insight and inspiration for writers and readers
Some verses, some hues
"If you talk to God you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic."
Gallery of Photography
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
Aooga, Aooga - here there be prompts, so dive right in
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
That’s how it’s done, alright. Outstanding sevenling indeed. Thanks for the call out!
I’ve posted a number of them, over time, on my blog.
Here’s a couple of my faves:
Sevenling (I have worn)
I have worn three-piece suits,
worn-out jeans and
nothing at all.
Everywhere I look I see
myself, my old self, and
someone I never was.
It’s like a fun-house mirror.
::::::::::::::
Sevenling (if we’re lucky)
if we’re lucky we open our eyes,
see what can be seen,
know what’s to be known
everything appears and reappears
and disappears and reappears
and reappears again, at last
all you need is love
LikeLiked by 1 person
These are really good! I especially like the first one. It hits me where i live.
LikeLike
I like how she’s sound, and another voice is added to the song. It’s like singing in a round. Not quite the same but it all fits together.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. 😊
LikeLike