The hush

of  predawn

in which

the moon




into the black hole

of the tail end

of night


A similar moment

years ago

 in my arms

as she struggled to breathe

already half the battle


 one prick of the needle

 instantly limp

a hushed end

to a soulmate

our baby


Why can’t we


go this way

as softly as

a moon setting

in the whisper

of predawn

of a new day?

11 responses

  1. I like both the image and the poem, Ellen, and I think I totally understand the sentiments of the poem.

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    November 17, 2014 at 4:28 AM

  2. Ellen, I am unclear and concerned about your words in verse two.


    November 17, 2014 at 7:06 AM

  3. Ellen, the photo and the poem are very, very beautiful and moving. It is very sad though, but I even love the sadness and the quietness in it and I can really feel the touching sentiments. I think you should make a wonderful book with your photos and poems. I’m your biggest fan. Hope you are fine, warmest regards Mitza

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    November 17, 2014 at 10:35 AM

    • Someone else suggested that. It is a possibility to consider. I suggest the same for you!! Especially for your doors in Greece!! Thank you, biggest fan! I think I am yours, too.


      November 17, 2014 at 2:40 PM

  4. Ellen, beautiful and sad. Please, though, do not consider euthanasia for yourself. Only appropriate for end stages of terminal illness (in my opinion). I realize that living with mental illness is painful, but we must hold onto hope and remember that not all days are painful.

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    November 17, 2014 at 11:11 AM

  5. Don’t worry, Kitt. I am not about to take a handful of pills. But THANK YOU so much for your concern!! Living with mental illness is hard, yes, but when you throw in physical illness as well, it seems almost insurmountable. I am not seriously ill but have been sick for a few months on and off, mostly on, and I have been able to deal with it but it is only a flu virus. What happens when it is worse? That’s what my poem addresses. Speaking of serious illness, how are your parents? I was a caretaker for awhile, too, thank God along with my husband, and know how stressful it can be. Thanks for the tweets as always. You are wonderfully caring, Kitt! Thank you.


    November 17, 2014 at 2:37 PM

  6. Really beautiful words, Ellen and really interesting to pair them with the image, which seems utterly right. Love the colour by the way.

    Liked by 1 person

    November 17, 2014 at 5:06 PM

  7. Thank you, dear Richard!! I added blue to a dark photo to try to get the moonlit effect.


    November 18, 2014 at 1:22 PM

  8. Geneviève

    When it’s our time to go, we will go peacefully, if we lived peacefully while we were blessed with the gift of life here on earth.
    I watched my dog, Angel, as she embcaed her future in Spirit, her only sadness was leaving me…


    November 24, 2014 at 1:22 PM

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