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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Sunday 12 January 2014

Expectations in Passing....



Spiritual expectations gathered together,
As the midnight hour loomed ever closer.
Human warmth felt shivers of near departure,
A sad silence seeped into the final act of living.
Experience almost predicted the very moment,
The expiration of life held within every weakness.
Clasping the ebbing being as separation detaches,
Parallel considerations swirl in composed confusion.
Brave faces shield the truths of an actual perception,
While wishful hopes fade between passages of a life.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 12/01/2014


14 comments:

  1. wow...quite emotional as i think about those i have watched in that last moment...and the hope of what comes next...

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  2. You have really given a picture of what the time of passing is like. There is such a sad silence as hope fades away... The end of life is never easy. I assume this was someone close to you, Eileen. My condolences to you on the loss.

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  3. Such an intensely emotional piece--so well done Eileen!

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  4. Dear Eileen
    First, let me congratulate you on your book of published poems, I must get it and shall.
    And thank you for your visit today and kind words, so appreciated.

    This poem here is expressed wonderfully, always a sad time to lose one that matters to us.
    I am sorry for your loss ...

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  5. Brave faces shield the truths of an actual perception,
    While wishful hopes fade between passages of a life

    One would honor someone dear on their demise for they had led their lives the way they had wanted. Passages of life were precious and understood only by the persons involved! That's how I read this. Beautiful write Eileen!

    Hank

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  6. Heavy hard emotions deftly dealt with care and sensitivity.

    Elizabeth

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  7. Eileen, this captures exactly how it feels to watch a loved one passing from this world. I send you condolences for your loss. This is a dignified description of those hallowed moments.

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  8. That pause...those long agonizing moments...between this life and the next...you expressed it so eloquently and so beautifully. The loss is so hard to bear...

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  9. This is quite powerful and emotion. I feel a little sad reading it, but it touches emotions and feelings that often are preciously held. Lovely writing

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  10. the last line is so powerful and yet hold sadness.

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  11. I am sorry Eileen if you lost someone close to you. Very sensitive way of dealing with such a difficult moment!

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  12. Dear Friends,
    Thank you all for your very kind and thoughtful comments, regarding the subject of this poem.
    I have not suffered directly from the loss of a loved one, but was considering the recent demise of the grandfather of a friend, as well as my own experiences as a nurse. Quite impacting, no mater how many years elapse.
    Eileen....

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  13. Wow this is very powerful and gives me a variety of emotions. However the predominant emotion that it gives me is hope...hope of something greater beyond this life...

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  14. A most thoughtful and authentic piece!

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