Thursday, March 14, 2019

Dark Samaritan




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Dark Samaritan

“If we were to leave this world tomorrow, we were
not asked to have been perfect, but we were asked
to have made a difference.”--Molly Friedenfeld.

What if Death wears a warm smile?
Perhaps it has kind brown eyes.
It could be an embrace, not an X-file.
We must accept every body/thing dies.

Perhaps it has kind brown eyes.
It might encase you in a loving glow.
We must accept every body/thing dies.
Your soul gets a hug, not a blow.

It might encase you in a loving glow,
as you journey forward toward the light,
your soul gets a hug, not a blow.
It’s a celebration, not a fight.

As you journey forward toward the light,
it could be an embrace, not an X-file.
It’s a celebration, not a fight.
What if Death wears a warm smile? 



Glenn Buttkus

Pantoum.

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub MTB

7 comments:

Jade Li said...

After reading, I understand and love the title. Your pantoum brought tears to my eyes. I think about how many times I've read about near death experiences, and it's always a warm fuzzy thing, not like tossed into a horror. Glenn, I want to believe it will be just as you have written it.

Victoria said...

I love this, Glenn. It brought to mind The Book Thief in which death was personified as a kindly, caring entity. Nice choice of lines.

brudberg said...

This actually reminds me of Harry Potter and the tale of the three brothers, where the youngest brother who lived to an old age finally greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.

Grace said...

This poem sheds a different perspective on death, as if he was a friend and wears a smile. It spins the dark event into a positive thing, like a celebration of one's life. I read that some who have been diagnosed with grave illness, near death, would choose a party to celebrate their life and go out with a bang! Food for thought.

robkistner said...

I like your positive inference here Glenn. Makes you think. Maybe death is a warm smile - or maybe a blank stare... oh no, did he really just say that, what a bummer that guy is... ;-)

Unknown said...

What a lovely thought. My mother is at the end of her life and fear grips her everyday- so frightened of the process. A warm hug would be a wonderful passage.

Gina said...

what i love about this one Glenn is how you perfected the pantoum's quest for answers, the first and last line are the same but have contrasting context, a question that was a statement becomes a reflection at the end - so perfect to me