4 AM the seventh day…

“Still life is death.. “, she said
picking petals from the last geranium
I brought.

She had ceased to cry…
waiting, waiting by his side;
his every heartbeat luminescent on the screen.
a tube extended from his nose,
catheters in his veins,
and it was dawn the seventh day.
She bent and touched him gently…
and muttered once again:

“Goodbye… It’s time to leave”.

Still life by Adolph de Meyer

A poem of a scene I imagined from the image Kerry has selected for us at toads. I will also link this to Poetry Pantry tomorrow.

August 04, 2018

31 responses to “4 AM the seventh day…

  1. I’ve seen far too many scenes like this so know how true the sentiment is you’ve captured. The opening moment, picking petals from a geranium, underlines the quiet sadness.

  2. I too have sat by the bed of dying relatives and friends, they all no longer communicated, but holding onto their hands as they went on their way seemed somehow quite peaceful and satisfying for the both of us.

  3. I know this scene – you’ve captured it so well, Bjorn, and it touches me deeply this Sunday before my dad’s seventh anniversary, especially:.
    ‘waiting, waiting by his side;
    his every heartbeat luminescent on the screen.
    a tube extended from his nose,
    catheters in his veins’.
    Thank you.,

  4. Such a tender moment, Bjorn.. the moment when life ebbs away, so perfectly captured in the image of the dying flower.

  5. ” it was dawn the seventh day.” ‘Dawn’ makes me think of a release, a joy from the earthly pains. The flower image makes these heartbreaking moments so tender. A beautiful poem Bjorn.

  6. This is so poignant. I have seen people go through this kind of pain and loss… its heartbreaking 😥 the image of “picking petals from the last geranium”.. speaks volumes.

  7. kaykuala

    She bent and touched him gently…
    and muttered once again:
    “Goodbye… It’s time to leave”.

    Most poignant occasion that will be experienced by everyone

    Hank

  8. It happens like this a lot. I’m glad for the time we have to get ready. You sketched a poignant scene.

  9. You’ve really captured the quiet sadness that must happen while waiting for someone you love to take their last breath. This was so poignant.

  10. The mood illustrates the image perfectly–in the case of most flowers, even when look alive (the decapitated bloom kept in liquid life-support), they are mostly already dead. It’s sad, it hurts, but it’s true… When we apply that thought to a person, well… it’s a terrible, so very terrible. And still true.

  11. Oh Bjorn, your poem brought tears to my eyes, as I remember the final days of my dad’s death. Do hope, you haven’t experienced this, yourself.

  12. Oh, my word–I felt like I was her, being watched in the moment with the screen and the petals and the loss and the acceptance.

  13. Wonderful dove-tailing of image with poem. You have managed to imbue a very intense scene with an ethereal quality that works beautifully in underscoring the fragility of life.

  14. I really love the opening lines … and the pause between the spoken words, because it can be interpreted in different ways, still life is death ….

    yes, still life IS death … and life is death, every day etc.

    and then the sensitivity to this tight, sharp poem, as well as the ending, it really is edgy – but sensitive in some rather subtle way.

  15. You might try reading it after changing the “I” with “He”. Perhaps you meant it that way.
    ..

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