W.B. Yeats once wrote that “Sex and death are the only things that can occupy a serious mind”.
Below the photographs of William Butler Yeats is my untitled reflection on death and life.
Death stalks us through transient life
shattering the light into darkness
always there, present, waiting,
death which submerges all
Unexpected or expected
death comes regardless.
Sometimes a period in limbo:
Alzheimer’s – a waiting room of pain,
for those who loved you,
but not for you,
before release into dark oblivion
where you can be forgotten
most of the time
How can life continue
for those who are still waiting
for their own shaft of darkness
to alight ?
Anthony J Sargeant – 21st January 2015