Death
Does not come and
Knock on the door of your heart.
It has always lived within you
But one day you have to continue
Without it.
It is your inner voice,
Which is in vain misjudged
And accused of being the end of life.
The truth, however,
Is that if it put an end to life
It would kill himself.
©Yelling Rosa
13/9 -16
About Yelling Rosa
I am retired. In my spare time I read, write, play the guitar and hike. I have published three verse books in Finnish and recorded my songs. You can listen to them on YouTube. I have translated some of my poems on Yelling Rosa's Weblog. I also like to watch movies.
Olen kiinnostunut lukemisesta, kirjoittamisesta, kitaransoitosta ja luonnossa vaeltamisesta. Olen julkaissut kolme runokirjaa ja laulujani on äänitteillä. Voit lukea runojani Yelling Rosan kotisivuilta ja kuunnella laulujani YouTubessa. Olen elokuvafriikki.
Yellingrosa Weblog 
Very thought provoking and I like that.
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Hi,
Thank you for commenting. I am happy to hear that my verse has talked to you.
Take care 🙂
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You wrote a beautiful poem. It has affected my imagination. Really good.
A hug
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Thank you very much ❤
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an hug
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Likewise!
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I read your words several times as at my age death is closer that it used to be. Your words are thought provoking.
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Thank you for commenting.
A couple of days ago happened something that strongly reminds me how we don’t live forever. I had something else in my mind but this one came out from the deepest of my mind. It gave me much more strenght than the original way of approaching to the subject. If anything happens after death it is like this life: we will feel it then like we feel this now. Hugs.
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Deeply true.
Live isn’t forever.
sherazade 🙂
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Thanks for commenting.
That’s it.
Take care 🙂
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U2 ☺
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You’ve a great way with words with this poem ~ powerful and insightful, something that is worth pondering during a sunset… Wonderful.
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Hi Dalo,
Thanks for your warm words 🙂
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so beautiful your poem
thank you for sharing
kisses
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Thank you.
Likewise ❤
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oh welcome
kisses
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Very nice work.
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Thank you very much!
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Such a provocative poem. You are so right that death is something within you as we all have this kernel of extreme self-destructiveness. With my alcohol cocaine addiction and bulimia I very nearly did kill myself and I really thought I wanted to die so the more risks I took the better. I had to be forced to abstain from the cocaine to realise that I was depressed but I didn’t want to die. Now I think the best part of my life is ahead.
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Hi,
Thank you for commenting.
We deal with the knowledge of death in personal way and our attitude towards it changes many times during the time. At its best the knowledge of mortality is the constructive strength. When we have this reality in mind we realize it is wise to build on further than one human’s life time. This time which underlines the individualism has forgotten how the love for neighbors and for those yet not burned keeps us in balance and our feet on the ground. I hope that my poem is something about this.
I wish you all the best 🙂
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Oh I liked this, and the Reverse side one, I will return soon. Thankyou
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Thank you for warm words and visit.
I just dropped in your place.
Have a nice weekend 🙂
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Hyvä runo!
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Kiitos vierailusta ja kommentista.
Hyvää viikonloppua 😉
yr
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Very moving indeed. Thank you.
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You are very welcome!
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Very touching…clever…and beautiful at the same time!
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Thank you Tiny!
Take care 🙂
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