Jim Norausky

Hey Soul, How Did You Get Here? - Poem by Jim Norausky

Backstroking in a pool of comparative luxury,

Gazing at the silvery morning half-moon,

Swept by wispy white clouds against a clear blue sky.

Shaded by trees birthed by the landscaper's plan.

While gently lapping, hugged by crystal water.

Wondering about my lifelong questions.

How was my soul assigned to me?

Is there a galactic bull-pen with ten billion souls,

Waiting to join someone formed by the creator's hand?

Jimmie's soul, you're up, at the moment of love's great performance.

You could have been with a wealthy noble,

Or destined to one struggling for survival.

Well soul, my eternal mate, you made the B-team.

Is it so bad? It's only for a few heartbeats.

Comments about Hey Soul, How Did You Get Here? by Jim Norausky

  • (2/6/2009 2:42:00 PM)

    Fascinating concept! Good read (Report) Reply

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  • (1/29/2009 5:53:00 PM)

    Only wish I had the answer to that question Jim....nice write...thanks....Fi (Report) Reply

  • (1/26/2009 10:30:00 AM)

    I LOVE, love this! It's my eternal question too; why me, why here, why now?
    Love to think about this stuff. Wonderful writing. Curiosity is a beautiful thing.
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  • (1/21/2009 6:03:00 PM)

    the soul, such an esoteric subject, yet so easy to write about (Report) Reply

  • (7/8/2008 5:17:00 PM)

    I suppose these are the thoughts that everyone has at one time or other. It's
    worth a poem.

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  • (7/3/2008 2:28:00 PM)

    Anyone who displays a talent for writing and thinking deeply - as you obviously do - could never be in a 'B' team.
    Nice thoughts, Jim.
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 25, 2008

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