Ave Atque Vale by EmpathicAya

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Author:	EmpathicAya
ASL Info:	12+6/unMale/Your Mind
Elite Ratio:	7.64 - 626/369/80
Words:	88

Class/Type:	Poetry/Serious
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More poems on Death. They just keep coming, so I'll keep writing them.
Cheers
~Azura*
Ave atque vale means "hail and farewell."

I think this is from the sociological interpretation of Jonestown, where it was on how people work hard to exclude the dead from the living with burial rituals.

Ave Atque Vale dots

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I caught on tightly
to the flowers on your grave.

(He loves me. She
loves me not.)

Fluttering petals snowflake the cleanly
cut
grass, screaming,

"EXCLUSION! But
stay

in my heart, please?"

We spoke and spoke, aloud while
conflated
screams and winds (I'm human, too!)

filled the emptiness
of the graves.

(I'll fill the hole's hole, but I
can't fill the hole.)

I know, and it's
okay. I'll be dirt,
too.

Someday.

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  "I'll be dirt,
too.

Someday."

Excellent line. Really shows how death, "the enemy", pursues everyone.

Ecclesiastes 9:5,6,10 - "For the living are conscious that they will die; but as for the dead, they are conscious of nothing at all, neither do they anymore have wages, because the remembrance of them has been forgotten. Also, their love and their hate and their jealousy have already perished, and they have no portion anymore to time indefinite in anything that has to be done under the sun...All that your hand finds to do, do with your very power, for there is no work nor devising nor knowledge nor wisdom in She´ol, the place to which you are going."

When we die, it is just like going to sleep. Nothing continues on, nothing goes out of us except our breath. 'Tis a sad thing, but the Bible also holds out the hope to see life again (John 5:28,29)

Another death poem? Yeah, Aya, in this world, it does not surprise me to see death poems.

I love the whole scattered feel to it. It feels like the mood swings accompanying the death of a friend or love one. It left me dizzy. In a good way.

Well done, Aya. Hope to see more of your excellent poetry. :)

~AsiaticFox

| Posted on 2008-03-26 00:00:00 | by AsiaticFox | [ Reply to This ]
  The effect of this poem is to put me right in my skin. It finds a brief node of what death means, finality.
Which only makes this moment more tender and beautiful.

Other than that, I don't want to analyze or pretend I know it's source. Your stance always amazes me, you old soul!

Love,

Nan
| Posted on 2008-03-04 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ]
  Hey, I'm so sorry I've been gone so long. Spent too much time in a hospital.

This poem hit my like a brick across my skull, it made me weep. I read it four times. It makes me want to take you up in my arms and speak softly, soothingly, saying "It will pass, it will be well again, it will pass, dear heart, it will pass..."

And I second everything Storm of Bliss states.

I love you, friend.
M.
| Posted on 2008-02-19 00:00:00 | by Mandolin | [ Reply to This ]
  I think it's interesting that you mention "can't fill the hole's hole" because that's all we are, is holes.

It's also interesting that you say "one day I'll be dirt too" because, well...dirt fills holes.

So there's this wonderful loop that obviously resonates with what we happen to be and what makes us, as humans, largely what we are.

So then that leaves me pondering - with what do we fill ourselves?

It's like I always say : entertainment is simply that which we pass the time with until we die. So we will ourselves with thoughts and words and songs and movies - but all we are, honestly, is gaping holes.

And we try for years to find some measure of peace, some measure of "wholeness" but the truth is - we never do. We never really do. We're just holes that try to fill ourselves and each other.

Then, one day, we fill an actual hole with ourselves...gosh this sounds bleak but it's true to my thoughts.

Also as I've pointed out before - you know how much I agree with Alia.
| Posted on 2008-02-11 00:00:00 | by Fizzlethorpe | [ Reply to This ]
  hail and farewell!!! that's amazing...you used the same latin phrase that's part of the title of one of my poems. lol it caught my eye immediately, i had to read it. i liked it a lot because it was very abstract, and had a different tone than mine...yours was about death, and love, and mine was about..well, kind of the same but its hard to explain lol, you'd have to read into it to get the connection. i stopped on the stanza

(I'll fill the hole's hole, but I
can't fill the hole.)

for a good minute or so trying to analyze it in my head...the best i could come up with was the person's heart as the bigger hole, and the hole in the hole as the flaws or pain in that person's heart. like, you could try to help the person heal and fix themselves, but you couldn't fill their heart? i don't know, i tried. i can only hope that i was somewhat close. i also loved the line about conflated screams and winds...very nice.

im sure ill be looking at more of your stuff, thanks for a very good read.

~sabrina.
| Posted on 2008-01-12 00:00:00 | by icaughtfire591 | [ Reply to This ]

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