You never know
what's around the corner,
one minute you're up and running,
next your speech is slurred,
your face is drooping to one side,
some part of your anatomy is exploding inside,
then in a flash
your world goes black,
you cant find your body,
you cant find yourself,
for some strange reason
you're not afraid?
you feel like moonlight
on a sparkling wave,
now your chest is pounding,
you're laughing and crying
all in one breath-
you are alive! !
you are alive! !
God! !
how many years ago was that?
and still you wake up
wondering how the hell you're walking around on two legs?
you actually can become quite insane,
(they could call the men in the white coats any day)
you would not care-
you are alive and breathing air
and there is still a little Stardust in your hair.
a reflective poem of what it really means to be alive? (I love the lines..... you feel like moonlight on a sparkling wave) ............ wonderfully written Norah.
Ayes it seems to me Tom the more aware we are of the our impermanence the more alive we feel. Thank you.
Still a little stardust in your hair and there always will be, Along with moonlight on a wave. Where common minds surrender to routine and overstimulated brains just hum along. I for one take the greatest pleasure when a person sings a different song. You without care. Glad to breathe the air. I am so glad that you shared this writing.......yes.
We all have our own unique song. My biggest fear growing up was living behind a white picket fence I guess that and a love of solitude and wilderness was the force behind living most of my life in wild places. It's easy here to have a quiet mind it's people living in the city surrounded who manage to find peace within that I have the greatest regard for. I don't even have a television, .thanks Edmund.
This is a magnificent work, Norah. You draw beauty out that which is so profoundly terrifying. Your gratitude comes from a place of wisdom and insight.
It's our thought around death that are scary MJ. The actual experience was like luminous blackness, the deep peace of night, the song of the stars. Thank you
It was a blessing in disguise because every breath you take, every morning you wake up to, is something you marvel at and your poem conveys that appreciation of life perfectly.
Yes it has left in its wake a heightened sense of aliveness Kaldorei and profound gratitude. It seems life gives us what we need. Appreciate your comments thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Norah, this is a most beautiful poem. And one that I can totally relate to. I too had a near death experience many moons ago. I had shared it on national television. And after all these years, and so many requests, I've finally written about it. If you have the time, and inclination, please read and comment on my series of poems, Soul's Journey. I would love to hear what you have to say. Thank you.