From Here Till There

From Here Till There

A Poem by Pestonjee

She swoops upon me

Her wings spanning skies

from here till there

Death is my feasting bird

I, her sumptuous worm

Wriggling about in her fields

from here till there

Once I am hers, she mine

I'll be but a dusty zephyr

blowing pointlessly

from here till there

Breezing through wobbly trees

Upon crumbling graves

arrayed on a forgetful earth

from here till there 

 

© 2020 Pestonjee


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A fascinating poem, AJNJ! It brings to mind the sudden appearance of death and coats it in an almost seductively alluring light. To be taken by a winged Raven of death and become one with it as a worm devoured by her beak.....life ends instantaneously and one becomes forgotten and soon as invisible as a wind across a graveyard. It's a very sad poetic telling but one that rings with infinite truth. We live, we die and over time are forgotten. I enjoyed the repetition of "from here to there"....in itself a summation of a life's journey. Another excellent addition to your poetic repertoire. 💛

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

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This imagery is amazing! It's very surreal and gorgeous. Yet, dark and makes you think. I loved even the title of the poem and the imagery of the bird makes it that much more haunting.

Posted 11 Months Ago


The absolute entanglement of death and fear how it really does "swoop" on you unexpectedly and willingly. The analogy use here is very rare and unique relating death to beyond rotting in the fields like worms. It's only a foundation which puts the reader in this dark passageway and the very mention of death always puts everyone at the edge of Malaise. The natural processes and the food chain is nicely put in here. Alan Watts said once " “Everything that happens, everything that I have ever done, everything that anybody else have ever done is part of a harmonious design, that there is no error at all.” Keep writing sincerely your friend in poetry and life

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Death sounds ruthless at times. Reducing one to rubble. And then wiping away even the traces. My fon.. read more
Oh, yes--the wide-winged stretch of death; all consuming, never full, always room for more. Most of us fear it's awful appetite, but there can be no other way. There are souls awaiting their turn at mortality, after all. Though some find literal meaning in this, (and that's just fine) it's all allegory to me. Very good work.

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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Thank you very much for stopping by dear sir.
The crow or even ravens have such a dark reputation and yet they are the most intelligent of birds. Not my favourite avian friend I have to admit. This poem gave me some great visuals of that bird in flight, swooping low to forage for worms or any other tasty morsel. The lines remind me so much of the food chain and life. It is a dog eat dog world out there. It also reminded me of the Tower of London that has a dark and bloody history of executions and how the crows would settle there. Great work AJ. Liking your poetic mind.
Have a great day.

Chris

Posted 11 Months Ago


Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Thanks a ton for such an interesting share, Ms. Chris. Also, please Google the Tower of Silence from.. read more
Chris Shaw

11 Months Ago

Thank you AJ, I will Google Tower of Silence. All good wishes.
here but for
a brief period
of time..then
gone to eternity
seems Mr death has
many calling cards
to deal out to all with
no *expiration* dates
for him but only us

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Indeed, he has had his hands full this year! Thanks a ton, dear Ms. Fran!
An existential offering here. Death, who is pictured as a female bird (good casting) will pounce upon and consume the worm that is all of us, after which we will be as vagabond zephyrs who wander aimlessly through wobbly trees and around crumbling graves, ultimately to be forgotten. Indeed, not much of an afterlife. Still, it beats the hell out of hell.

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Indeed sir, a pointless zephyr sounds better to me any day than hell....At least I'll be free...Than.. read more
It's like every day in Britain the death rate for that day is read out, it's like a roll call of war deaths.
People who will be missed, taken too soon with unanswered questions above their gravestone.

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Thanks a ton sir...I guess there are just too many to count and it really got out of hand this time... read more
Sometimes I'm not a fan of using a line as frequently as you used the last line of every verse here. But in this case, it works becuz what comes in between is so rich & fulsome & all-absorbing, we have forgotten about this refrain when it pops up again. It feels freshly relevant to whatever came before it, each time. This, to me, is the essence of using repetition & so many poets miss the mark. I love how you hammered the mark (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Thanks a ton Ms. Margie! This was a very scribble where I was reading away a friend's poem and jotti.. read more
Oh my, this is a dark one, AJ. Death comes in....swooping down when we least suspect it will....robbing us of everything. Will we be remembered once we are no longer on this earth? Well, no way to know for sure, but we can live lives that are rich and full to try to ensure we will be remembered. Powerful write here. Lydi**

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Thanks a ton for those encouraging words dear Ms.Lydi. I so appreciate your thoughts on this piece. .. read more
Powerfully portrayed.
The body is, indeed, mere animated earth.
Your consciousness, your spirit, are not similarly extinguishable.
I believe life to be a never-ending adventure--with sleep breaks.
High-level work, AJ.


Posted 11 Months Ago


Pestonjee

11 Months Ago

Your words always bring much hope.Thanks a ton dear sir!

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