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This is the poetry that comes into my life. Please feel free to comment on anything here. I don't think there is too much beauty in the world nor poetry. I will include some comments myself sometimes and some information on the poets, but the real stars is the work itself.



I am a believer in the reader-response theory of reading which means the reader is the one who puts the meaning in the poem so every interpretation is correct. Even if the poet means one thing, it could mean something else to the reader. I am pretty laid back in interpretation as each of us have other experiences and needs when reading.



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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Ed Meek


AT THE END
By Ed Meek

He was so old his bones seemed to swim in his skin.
and when I took his hand to feel his pulse
I felt myself drawn in. It was as faint
as the steps of a child
padding across the floor in slippers,
and yet he was smiling.
I could almost hear a river
running beneath his breath.
The water clear and cold and deep.
He was ready and willing to wade in.

I wish I wrote this poem. I had a aunt who was dying, and it was exactly as this poem described it, every word as the poet put down. When I have been around relatives who were ready to go, it is like so. She was so afraid for so long. She was afraid that death would be cold and uninviting and empty. Then towards the end, she was willing. Many are. I hope I am. The imagery so clear and concise, "as faint as the steps of a child padding across the floor in slippers..."Yes, it was like that, exactly like that.
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