when the thunder spoke
it was like the sound of war
but I do not fear the thunder
I fear the lightning
I do not fear death
yet I fear the pain of dying
I fear preemptively
the time when fear is gone
to live on the mountain
or in the deepest valley
are times of earthly fear
the transition is a challenge
between a fearless dawn
and the rest of sunset
the path leads on
to an anxious anticipation
Between the profound optimism that feeds our daily drive and the ultimate peace of that final rest.....there is the domain defined by the fear of the unknown. You capture our angst, our relationship, with death perfectly, Barry. A great poem; a 10.
Thank you. We fear the unknown even more than the known I think. But to be human is to be afraid - that's for sure.
These are wonderfully balanced thoughts about the often incoherent components of the world and our confusion in experiencing so much much-ness in life. Your writing is felicitous
Thank you very much Daniel. I needed some encouragement right now - too much much-ness going on.
You paint here, dear Barry, in the most honest way the angst, fear of death the humankind preemptively feels.The last stanza with its pictures of analogy show exactly what is fear of death like.
Thanks for the praise Dimitrios. Wish I had more readers like you.
If it was not half past midnight I should try to translate it immediately!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well expressed. The sound of thunder is a metaphor for our fears. I have always found it menacing. A10
Yes. When we hear thunder we know it is dangerous and we know it is near. Maybe the lightning will spare us, maybe it won't. Thanks Nosheen.