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This poem I found today, hit a chord in me.... inexplicably so. I wished to share it as we are in a World Wide pandemic: The likes of which  haven't been seen since the Bubonic Plague which Hit Europe in the 1300's. The Black Death, it was called. I share this now...... as I am not resigned nor do I surrender quietly.




I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled
Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.
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8 minutes ago, Silvio said:

Thanks for sharing the poem.
Although I didn't understand fully the meaning, :fish_book:
what I took as a possible understood is
or I want to happen,
after our seeds die for a while
they will grow up to better versions.


The beauty of poetry is that most people have different meanings to the words.

To me the poem speaks of not forgetting those you lost. 

You know they are gone. 
But you remember them. 
Accept that they died, but not resigning yourself to it.

Death isn’t the end as long as you remember the people. 

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  • 5 months later...

What does it mean when........

Original Poem by Tena Foxxx October 4th 2021

 I can not smell, does that mean I have lost the scent of a flower?

I can not taste, does that mean I cannot remember the sweet sensation of Honey, melting slowly on my tongue?

If my skin no longer feels as it did, smooth and soft and lightly scented, does it meant that my flesh has changed forever more?

I can not smell nor taste as I once did. My skin is dry and overly sensitive, no where close to what it was a year ago.

And my hair..... I used to have such thick, lovely silken locks, cascading down my back to the base of my spine and past.

I cannot sleep soundly, I am plagued with headaches, and stomach issues..

Covid19 Virus stole that from me for a time. And even still these things are not what they used to be.

But Covid19 cannot steal away my memories of HOW things tasted, Nor how  the scent of Lilacs and Honeysuckle smell. 

Covid19 cannot take from me the Jasmine oil I still smooth along my skin and in my hair. What hair I have left, I treasure and pray I might be spared further loss.

I took these things for granted: How things tasted, how things smelt, How my skin was soft and supple. Even how thick, lovely and long my hair once was.

I thought I would always have them. 

I was wrong.

I wore masks over my face EVERYWHERE I went. Practiced safety measures. Greeted visitors to my door wearing a mask. And yet.......

Covid19 came like a thief in the night, attacking without warning..... leaving me the devastation of a body wracked with fever, drained of strength and one that almost did not make it.

My Guardian Angel whomever or whatever that entity is, saved my life. While I lay semi conscious, fighting to breathe and even move, Someone or something kept me alive.

I had thought, I was alone. 

I was wrong.

We are in fact, Never alone.... All it takes is a little hope, a trial of faith perhaps, and a bit of Universal caring. 

The Nurses, Doctors, Care givers and emergency aide people.... To them, I give my UTMOST RESPECT AND GRATITUDE!

The prayers of Family, Friends and loved ones... I felt them. I felt their warm embrace of care and concern

I BELIEVE What it means is this: Life is a Gift, that one should not Pilfer, Waste, or spend ONE moment in regret. Life is for LIVING! Let us remember to be kind to each other. To care for each other. 

Because after all, we are here on this planet, this Vital Earth to lovingly care for it and each other. Let's Do This!

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Date: November 15th 2021

I shall call this

From Ashes we Rise

I wandered long, and traveled far,

Not by plane or Train or by a car.

My wanderings were all on foot

The World around, whirling ash and soot

The fire storms burned far and wide

Until the Forests all but died

And yet in embers lay there seeds

That in a season will sprout with weeds


Such destruction, such devastations

Fire spreading far in many nations

Burning, ravenous beast of flame

Firefighters, People, trying to tame


Days, weeks they toil and fight

All through endless days and nights.

And then finally the sun shines clean

The fire is banked, still a tragic scene


Yet in the dawns early light

A hopeful people view this sight.

Rebuilding, rebirth, starting over again

There are worse things in the World of men.


From the  smoldering Ashes we Rise and begin

Free ourselves from soil and soldier through the din

Shovels, Pickaxes, Hammer and nails

Building back houses and making new trails


We Rise from the ashes, with hope in our hearts

This is the legacy we all should impart.

Hope is not lost, when we help one another.

Our neighbor, our kin, a stranger or brother.





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