tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post6294820037791986496..comments2024-03-29T00:31:51.931+00:00Comments on HyperCRYPTICal: (I Want to Die in my Sleep.)hyperCRYPTICalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11967085628384237933noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-29088706971203196452019-04-18T23:11:22.050+01:002019-04-18T23:11:22.050+01:00Anna :o]
This poem is lovely. It made me think of...Anna :o]<br /><br />This poem is lovely. It made me think of my sweet husband. I love your writing. <br /><br />heidiHeidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02757679752138734026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-13551372121009073522019-02-16T13:55:52.855+00:002019-02-16T13:55:52.855+00:00This is a very thought provoking poem. I have a lo...This is a very thought provoking poem. I have a lovely bedroom, and pillows . It is a kind of world to me as I do almost all of my writing in bed. It would be a wonderful to die in my own bed. A Catholic does not have to have a priest present at their death to attain salvation. Making a genune act of contrition is all that is needed.I think it is wonderful that you gave comfort to the poor man dying alone. It is a privilege to be able to comfort the dying<br />" By your fruits thou shall be known" - Matthew 8rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-20953809457715766602019-01-31T13:36:05.370+00:002019-01-31T13:36:05.370+00:00So sad and yet compelling and powerful. You have a...So sad and yet compelling and powerful. You have a unique perspective on this--and thank you for your compassion. My sisters and I sat at my dad's death bed. He was unconscious, and I don't know what he knew. His organs were failing, and we had chosen to disconnect him, but we waited till dawn and sat a vigil over him all night. He fought death so hard, and twenty years later, I still remember it. <br /><br /><br /> I'm glad this prompt broke your writer's block.Merril D. Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07208799388236948565noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-63768356324323357122019-01-31T05:29:43.596+00:002019-01-31T05:29:43.596+00:00Very engaging write Anna, couldn't stop readin...Very engaging write Anna, couldn't stop reading...robtkistnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08727919675363545240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-8651688749807103942019-01-30T20:37:09.500+00:002019-01-30T20:37:09.500+00:00Oh Anna, what a powerful poem this is. Sometimes ...Oh Anna, what a powerful poem this is. Sometimes I think people realize, but still, if the family has their own wishes about it, they should be honored. So glad to see you back.purplepeninportland.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07842681508730093858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-48403689037891265742019-01-30T19:41:16.280+00:002019-01-30T19:41:16.280+00:00When we entered hospice, my Son and I, a social wo...When we entered hospice, my Son and I, a social worker told me, independent people will die when no one is around. They will wait for you to leave the room. I don't know if you saw this or not? On that Friday morning, he died just before I got there. I like to believe it was his choice, he was a very independent person. Loved your poem and your notes afterwards, good to see you, I have missed your writes.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-1005067215460408872019-01-30T18:42:47.158+00:002019-01-30T18:42:47.158+00:00Your insight into death is so unique, most of us n...Your insight into death is so unique, most of us never see it, even if every minute brings us closer to our death... it's a road we are all walking, but another to really now it's close is another thing... what a terrible thing to do for a belief... for a ceremony that it's hard to believe in for me... choice is what matters.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-35444448881255403302019-01-30T18:15:26.154+00:002019-01-30T18:15:26.154+00:00Oh my goodness. I thought the poem so very powerfu...Oh my goodness. I thought the poem so very powerful....and then I read your explanation which carried even more of a wallop. <br />I was with my mother at her death. She'd been about 10 years without my father, the love of her life. Doctors asked if we wanted to change the DNR on her....if they could give her a pacemaker.....they were ready to intervene. I held her hand, and she said very firmly, "I am so tired, Lillian." And I knew what she meant. The moment before her death, she sat bolt upright in bed with a HUGE smile on her face...and then slumped back down and she was gone. I'll never forget it. She was always lucid...no dementia. But for her, I think she was tired of waiting to be with my dad. She believed. And who knows? Perhaps she saw him at that moment.<br />Your poem describes death approaching, making its claim. In the end.....I always thought we all face death alone. But somehow, I don't think my mother did.<br />Ah....the mark of excellent writing...when it engages the reader. You have certainly done that!lillianthehomepoet.wordpress.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12664830773553716989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-68086599828733619042019-01-30T17:55:35.375+00:002019-01-30T17:55:35.375+00:00These do seem like harbingers: "the heartbeat...These do seem like harbingers: "the heartbeats skipped,<br />the foggèd head,"Frank Hubenyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058591172624203875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-73066545877141662302019-01-30T09:48:06.100+00:002019-01-30T09:48:06.100+00:00This is such a powerful poem. Your block obviously...This is such a powerful poem. Your block obviously lifted with a flood! I'm so glad you're writing again. <br /><br />You've tapped into a universal (I think) fear, here. Certainly it's something I look away from. The repetitions are so powerful, like a heartbeat, or a juddering breath.<br /><br />I hope I have someone with me when the time comes. What an amazing act of generosity. sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01756314170839177900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-52470758434427344972019-01-30T07:57:58.256+00:002019-01-30T07:57:58.256+00:00I’m so glad your writer’s block has been lifted, A...I’m so glad your writer’s block has been lifted, Anna, and look forward to more of your poetry again. I often wonder if my mother knew that she was dying as she lost all speech with her dementia. These lines are powerful but chilling: <br />‘the terror when the heartbeats stop,<br />the horror when you know you’re dead<br />as you ‘wait the bliss of brainstem death.’<br />Kim M. Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16668459794787447606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-40750724395879763372019-01-30T03:06:24.241+00:002019-01-30T03:06:24.241+00:00Say what you will but I look forward to experienci...Say what you will but I look forward to experiencing death. I read all your back story so I know I'm different, but ….. this was a great write!Violet Lentzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15939650091369879175noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-33908805412604948862019-01-30T02:11:15.171+00:002019-01-30T02:11:15.171+00:00My mother died in her sleep after being in a nursi...My mother died in her sleep after being in a nursing home for several months. I like to think those she loved came for her and took her home.tonispencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04200564195675794747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-57929558061374980072019-01-30T01:05:32.492+00:002019-01-30T01:05:32.492+00:00Thank you for this. My mother is in longterm care...Thank you for this. My mother is in longterm care and I've always wondered if the staff will feel it when she goes - the loss, I mean. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13134589375016804713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3139696084392272622.post-50767741854387778692019-01-30T00:32:14.009+00:002019-01-30T00:32:14.009+00:00It's good to know your writer's block ende...It's good to know your writer's block ended with the prompt. Struggling to find words to support you after hearing what your job entails. It can't be easy no matter how many times you've been through it with the people you care for.Jade Lihttp://tao-talk.com/noreply@blogger.com