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mary oliver / sunlightafterdark
this wound needs more salt
- Clementine Von Radics
i wish i was born as someone who could handle life
poem by me (ii)
(about two deers that both passed away near my house in the same week…)
I hope you saw my rose i put next to your mangled body
I hope you find it in the afterlife.
You grazing on fields and fields, galloping through flowers.
Maybe those fields with be filled with the pink rose i put next to your unblinking eye.
They are coming to pick you up sometime today.
I hope they keep the rose with you.
When i was walking back to my house, i stepped in a puddle soaking my sandalled foot. But i didn’t care, my mind was filled with visions of you happy someplace far away.
A couple days later your friend got hit, right outside my house.
It was like they wanted to say hi to you, but they took you away already. They didn’t even know they would join you. But they did.
This time i put a pink carnation next to them. I hope you both are together! That would be so lovely, wouldn’t it?
Your friends mom came today.
She nudged them, i wonder if they felt her wet nose against their body.
Or felt the vibrations of her grief ridden stomps, her internal yells and screams.
I don’t care about it at all (I have carried its weight around like a rock on my chest since the very day it happened)
this ask polly comment..
by starparkdesigns
a cow and i have probably shared the same thought about how the sun hits the wild grass
One shouldn't speak ill of the dead
but on my most cynical days I wonder if Mary Oliver didn't love nature that much,
if she was simply astounding at poetry.
After all, I can write pretty while the earth falls and my mind screams at me.
I am going to hell in a handbasket woven from fibers left behind by my nightmare ground teeth.
I read Mary Oliver religiously. If there is a god I want her to be a part of nature like that.
Happiness Will Come To You.
when tho
When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March
reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!
Mary Oliver, "From West Wind." Devotions
there's something so finalizing about finishing an impromptu poem in the notes app just as you get to the coffee shop's door