Spirits Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spirits Of Life



Watching the horizon, seeing spirits of life who have
passed on, taking their stand on the edge of another
life, appropriately and curiously taking strides to
communicate from the other side.

Eying the life that they have left behind, wondering
why the aren't still a part of it, looks of puzzling
quizzical questions being posed upon their faces as
they continue their own journeys, left them by fate
and individual destinies.

Monday, February 9, 2015
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 10 February 2015

Note my omission in my comment: The spirits of life are beyond the sequential reality of mortal life, They do not have to learn over time, increment by increment. Knowledge will come to them in an instantaneous flash. That's my added detail to your evocation of the nature of SPIRITS OF LIFE. We are mortal poets, creating poem by poem, understanding increment by increment..

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Daniel Brick 10 February 2015

In the first part of this poem you on earth are seeing the SPIRITS OF LIFE as they move tentatively toward some other world destination. And you KNOW you are witnessing evidence of life after death. In the second half those spirits look back to earth and into the mortal life they have transcended and are puzzled, but already a new order of destiny controls them and propels them forward. Since they are outside of our space/time continuum, they have to learn over time like us, but will suddenly be enlightened into their new reality. This is a poem that goes beyond previous expectations as you announced earlier.

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