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Across the River and into the Trees (With apologies to Stonewall Jackson)

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fdelano

The bones were the last to fall away;

reluctant was I to forsake my marrow.

Let it all collapse onto the hardwood

floor, still, without a purpose.

The world comes to me now, not

through physical senses, but by

simply being there with me, a part

of my waiting waft of watching.

Fleshly beings move frantically

around the pile of me that used

to be, faintly familiar people. I

feel their anguish and want away.

I move, pulled gently as if by

magnetic waves, first across the

river and into the trees that harbor

small creatures, scurrying about.

A message moves into my new

being, not sounds, just a perception

of learning this way of calm order.

This is your part of the valley.

There are no duties, and you

have no concerns except within

yourself. Welcome home.

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moonqueen

An expression of post-life serenity, it seems to me. And mention of being bothered, perhaps by those left behind, there to mourn and or, remember. No need to be concerned with worldly issues. I like this and hope your vision of calm and peace are the real deal.

 

Much enjoyed.

 

btw, Franklin, I am a descendent of General Jackson's, as the family lore goes.

 

t

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fdelano

Supposedly, Stonewall Jackson's last words after having been mortally wounded, (after having three horses shot from under him) were "Take me across the river and into the trees." Also the title of a book by Hemingway. I don't think we humans are capable of knowing about life after death, (if so, why are there so many versions--and where are my 72 virgins?) but if I could choose, this would be mine.

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dcmarti1

reluctant was I to forsake my marrow.

 

Holy crap, Delano, that's pretty deep! Love the tone of this piece.

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fdelano

Just ruminations--not written in stone. :wacko:

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fdelano

Thanks to all who found something in this bit.

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fdelano

After such praise, I may read it again myself. :tongue:

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Benjamin

One of your best. I've been over it several times... much may be read into this and as an old croc myself I can identify with the lines:

 

"The world comes to me now, not

through physical senses, but by

simply being there with me, a part

of my waiting waft of watching."

 

An excellent presentation overall. Geoff.

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fdelano

Gracias, mi amigo, Geoff. I wrote this for a dear friend, editor and mentor, recently crossed over the river and into the trees. He likely would have deleted much of it. He once accused me of sprinkling commas like black pepper in my writing efforts. My avatar is a photo from the road along the river where he and I once walked daily, weather and health permitting.

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