"Waiting like a friendless friend, Who takes your hand and smiles grimly, As the sun begins to set.." It could be night falling, or death coming. It has such a sharp edge. Very powerful, Jonathan! The photos are incredible!
As I approach the end of life, I rather like to think that death is not a "friendless friend." Instead, I think of someone gentle, laying me down for a nap in the forest, pulling up the very earth to blanket me.
"Waiting like a friendless friend, Who takes your hand and smiles grimly, As the sun begins to set.." It could be night falling, or death coming. It has such a sharp edge. Very powerful, Jonathan! The photos are incredible!
Thank you, Sharon!
"As the sun begins to set
As if pierced by bayonet,"
Oooh!!
Thank you, Mary
So damn beautiful
Thanks so much, Patris
You capture such beauty, Jonathan, in both image and word.
Thank you, Kim
Beautiful. The sonnet is such a lovely form to work with.
Thank you, Deborah. I agree
Yes
Thank you
A rollicking death march.
Fantastic comment, thanks Stan
It's a pleasure to read something as good as this. This is a wonderful sonnet.
Thanks so much, Martin
So very beautiful. Your words and photographs are wonderful on their own, but together with your voice take it to another dimension.
Thank you for listening, Monica
My favorite lines:
"And death itself the absent catcher
Beyond horizons in the end
Waiting like a friendless friend"
Thank you, Margaret Ann
beautiful!
Thank you, jennae
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As I approach the end of life, I rather like to think that death is not a "friendless friend." Instead, I think of someone gentle, laying me down for a nap in the forest, pulling up the very earth to blanket me.
Thanks Rebecca, that’s a much better way to think of it 🙏
Your words in the rhymes are also beautiful
Thank you Kathleen