Ghosts breathe you in
when you sleep:
half alive, half dead
a split symmetry holds
this universe open,
keeping the two poles apart.
(death misses you a thousand times
before his blades catch hold)
this world is busy passing,
while we're still counting breaths-
harsh the beauty
turns us inside out,
so we can see the whole again
and recognize our self.
Hi Patti, this poem is so adventuresome! It's delves into a world of exploration!
This is a besutiful poem. It really captures the soul of the reader.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this one Patti. Death is rarely a subject that people like to talk about let alone read about. You have expounded on this one with lofty thoughts. Death is a part of life and is just a breath away. Well done.