One Moment Poem by Esther Leclerc

One Moment

Rating: 5.0


Alive, full of life - -
laughing at jokes, I imagine,
grooving to the music on the radio
20 miles from his destination - -
Can't wait, can't wait to get home

But, he's dead now, finally lying,
spread-eagled on the road
not yet cold

And all I see are old black shoes,
shoes pointing my way
and a blanket-covered body
(so small... so young)
as our car, lavish with life, glides by

I've never seen a fresh-dead person
Never seen someone whose
last moment in life, first in death

caused so much confusion
(why are we not moving?)
anger (WHY are we still not moving? !)
then, bitter tears for the loss
(Oh, God......)

Rescue workers wandered alone,
foiled, forlorn, unfulfilled in the mission
to quicken the dead

He was alive, so alive, only
moments ago... like you, like me
full of plans, full of life, full of self - -
empty now, dead body on the road
Does he know that it only took a moment? ...


(4.18.06 - On the long drive to Disney World, of all places. So very sad.)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Darbyshire 28 April 2006

yes your life can change in a split second esther, I know believe me, I know! Dave xxx

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Mike Finley 25 April 2006

A sweet, sad, frightening observation.

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Duncan Wyllie 23 April 2006

A very debateable subject, but I really enjoyed the kind thoughts for another here Esther, thankyou, A brilliantly described poem, Thankyou so much love Duncan

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Brian Dorn 21 April 2006

Life is so fragile. I often think about this, how it can all end so quickly (in one moment) ... and how we so often take it for granted. Excellent write! Brian

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Moya Levy 20 April 2006

This is...has left me lost for words, lost in that moment of what you describe. But I like it, Moyax

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Barry Van Allen 24 February 2007

Esther, Well said, ... to be within moments of someone losing theirs, can and most likely, will change your own life forever!

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Alison Cassidy 20 July 2006

Esther, This is a fine poem, conveying feelings of both shock and compassion. And yet, isn't that the poet's job? To clarify, the explain, to synthesize the tragedies and ecstacies of life? I particularly liked your words 'fresh-dead person' and your description of the reaction of those for whom the incident was nothing more than a nuisance.. What a waste! love, Allie

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John Churchill 12 May 2006

So tragic it takes moment, a blink of the eye, from life to death. You tell the story so movingly, showing you own concern and compassion Thanks for sharing, John

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Gina Onyemaechi 02 May 2006

Well-relayed, Esther. And thanks for your comment on my poem earlier. Love, Gina.

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Lydia Francese 29 April 2006

very true. you are so a good poet. don't discount yourself. -Lydia,13 :)

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