Transitory Nature

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Floetry Flashback Fridays with Nicole

      On this week’s “Floetry Flashbacks”, we are looking at a poem by Claribel Tejada called “I Wait For My Time To Go” published in Obscura’s Spring 2013 magazine issue. This poem is centered around mortality and the narrator’s stance on how he/she is embracing death, rather than dreading it. Death, is a topic of conversation that many fear and is considered extremely taboo to some. However, to others it is something natural and the inevitable. That instead of being afraid of the unknown, that we should live our lives as best we can with some sort of self-fulfillment. In this poem, this person has done just that. They are in fact ready to move on and leave behind the life they lived with grace.

The lines “Following my sweet old beau/For me there is no spring of May/Almost time to be put below” puts into perspective why this person is waiting to pass on. Their beau seems to be long gone and because of that spring is no longer the same. The beauty in change of seasons, the blossoming of flowers, smell of fresh dew and the bright patterns of a butterfly is no longer enjoyable. Instead everything is a desolate wasteland because the one you love is just a memory. There is no one to share time with, instead of fading and ageing away alone. The narrator continues to repeat the lines “Almost time to be put below” and “I want for my time to go” that gives life to the sense of desperation to be free. That death is consolation for someone who has endured the passage of time and now wants to rest and be with the ones they love.

The reality of death is something that breaks barriers across cultures because it is something everyone has in common; we are all human. Everyone feels loss and embraces life differently. Everyone can relate to the pain of not appreciating the beauty of the world around them, when there feels like a void is missing. How can we continue as people to live, when we feel like we have served our purpose? This is a question that many might struggle with and universally lingers in the back of the minds of those who reach an enlightened level of wisdom. Not everyone gets the opportunity to live out their days and see things prosper and fall around them in a continuous cycle. However, the question remains: Is death really the big bad wolf of mortality, or is it just a constant reminder that we should live life fully? That instead of being alarmed at the unknown, we should just see it as a door that is always there, but is just not ready to be walked through yet. That time is never promised, but instead given to us to love, hope, dream, etc. and it should be treated as that soulmate that we all want to be with forever.

 

 

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