Poem -
Remnant
Remnant.
What’s
left behind.
Bits of
bone.
Dry,
crumbling
to dust.
Inanimate.
No essence.
What moved,
gone.
Passed
through
on Angels
wings.
Spirits ,
essence
of being.
Animate.
Gone.
Moved on.
Sprites
of creation.
Shimmering.
Crossing
gossamer
membranes.
One realm
to the
next.
Staying
for a
while.
Moving
on to
another.
Eternal
flow.
Eternal
existence.
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Comments
Thought provoking! I have often thought that our souls are older than out bodies. Tge thought of death still terrifies me though. Great poem 👍
I know, it’s a tough thing to wrap your head around.
I do believe, however, there’s much more than meets
the eye on this existence thing.😉
Thanks for reading BM
JP
Agreed! Definitely more than meets the eye. There has to be more! Doesn't there?
Ok JP.
You got me with this one.. One always have to wear their thinking cap when reading your poems.
You always pack such a Powerful punch.
We appreciate you my friend .
Hi WB,
thank you for the kind words.
JP