I feel a tightness in my chest
not a metaphorical tightness
but a real tightness
the kind I imagine is felt
when the light of day
escapes the eyes
at noon
and as I feel this tightness
and I take another swig of beer
I glance out my window
and to the sky
where I see a few white clouds
framed by branches of green;
spring is here
the tightness grows
and I imagine it's centered
round my heart,
which it very well might
but I like the sense of drama
and in this moment
truth is just
another idea
and I wonder if this is the view
my last view;
for one day
there will be a last view
unannounced as last views are
a last letting in of light
and I think to myself
what a wonderful sight
if so be
to close my days
if so be
to know
the last
of anything
10 comments:
There is a wonderful duality to this piece. The tightness as described, alone, before there is elaboration has a very different aura from the understanding that is found as the poem continues. Though the subject is particular, it seems to stretch through eternity and every mind, and the sense of peaceful acceptance, of inactivity, of contentedness in the thought that such a sight as the one seen would be a warm-hearted farewell.
Some words are intensely vivid in themselves, and although tight is one of those, the way that you have written these words,
I feel this tightness...the tightness grows and I imagine it's centered round my heart(,which it very well might but I like the sense of drama)straightforward and resonant.
But so it is, always, each word that you breathe onto these pages, they echo, meaning and beauty pivoting simultaneously in the heart, mind and soul, as though they were the very ones waited upon. This poem makes me want to hug you tight. Beautiful piece of writing.
and for your comments, Sunshine, I'd want to hug you tight too. :-)
As always, thank you for the wonderfully kind words. :-)
You think of things to write about that I have never considered. A last view, what is outside my window right now being good enough to be the last, and if it isn't... why not and what am I doing to improve the view?
Excellent poem. You really made me think.
Thanks Jen. I appreciate the sincerity of your comments. They feel like warm apple pie on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Vanilla ice cream optional. :-)
I am liking your words Mr Tree, muchly.
I always think 'this maybe my last day so hell, I better do everything I can, want, need to and not leave anything unfinsihed before I go to sleep'
Life is short.Too damn short!
I love the image of glancing out the window to sky and few white clouds framed by branches. so simple but I find that is where beautiful is.
Lovely write, you.
Thanks SarahA. A few years ago I had a crash on my bike that could have easily ended my days. When I went back to view the sight of the crash, a light bulb in my head flashed on--namely, that there are no second chances, we don't have two lives to live; and secondly, that the life we have could and can be taken from us in a second, in one instant. I only wish I could have seen it this way without going to the edge. And since then, I've always wondered about the last day, and when it might come, and what regrets I might be taking with me.
Thanks for the kind words. Always appreciated. :-)
the kind I imagine is felt
when the light of day
escapes the eyes
at noon
and I think to myself
what a wonderful sight
if so be
to close my days
Lovely!!!
Thank you W. :-)
Autumn storm seems to be your alter ego :)
indeed, to be able to know the last of anything is to have come to a full circle...
I love the thought of fulfillment here
Mona, Autumn's comments are poems in and of themselves. Sometimes I think I write just to elicit another masterpiece of a comment from her. :-)
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