From me to you

Find a chair, sit next to me. (challenge)

"On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."
Fight Club

Like everything that shines is not gold and silver can be turned to gold. Death is the golden winner and life is the silver fighter that keeps evolving keeps becoming the seemingly impossible: eternal. The incorruptible process of transformation is eternal no matter what kind of transformation it is. Death is the threshold of transformation.


Like the golden log in Munch's painting that will eventually transform to something else regardless if it is going to be exploited by humans or become shelter for small animals or simply remain abandoned.


The memories of the tree, the tree rings are exposed to plain view but the tree rings are the eyewitness that narrate about the environment and weather conditions the tree endured perhaps measured up to while growing up and not what its pure nature is.

What the yellow log will become to others. Humans, small animals or the soil does not define it. Remember that.

Poetry by night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-23 at 02:00

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I find the image of a 'silver fighter' intriguing. If the tree had not been felled by humans, death would have eventually brought it down. I like the way the tree sort of glows. Good work.

I like this especially the closing lines because the painting cannot be defined. As can be seen from the various views presented by the poets in the challenge it is open and multifarious indeed like life itself.