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I THINK, THEREFORE...
if i am thought
and thoughts
are clouds
soon passing
out of view
then am i just
this wisp of thought
or deep
and endless
blue?
and even
blue is not the end --
light scattered through
the air --
beyond the blue
is black and cold
there is no self
found there
i tell myself
i'll know the truth
when life
turns out its shine
am i only
this frail flesh
or soul
or fragile mind?
will mem'ry
simply disappear
when i am dust
and bone
does heaven, hell,
or new life wait
or will i
just be gone?
and thoughts
are clouds
soon passing
out of view
then am i just
this wisp of thought
or deep
and endless
blue?
and even
blue is not the end --
light scattered through
the air --
beyond the blue
is black and cold
there is no self
found there
i tell myself
i'll know the truth
when life
turns out its shine
am i only
this frail flesh
or soul
or fragile mind?
will mem'ry
simply disappear
when i am dust
and bone
does heaven, hell,
or new life wait
or will i
just be gone?
Published 7th May 2023
Author's Note
Rhyming the big question...
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7th May 2023 3:12am
Beautifully rhymed, and thinked! We'll either find out, or we won't... 🤷♀️
❤️k
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7th May 2023 11:43am
Thanks, k. Rhyming is good for the soul.
About death -- how about if there is anything on the other side I let you know?
About death -- how about if there is anything on the other side I let you know?
7th May 2023 5:11pm
Please do! But don't feel you have to check it out anytime soon, ok? I can wait.
Dear J,
Bravo! In subject matter and rhyme, impressive. Shakespearean. After years of contemplation death remains too vague for me to grasp, other than I won’t be a solid anymore. I do hope I’ll be able to haunt people and places. That would be a cool celestial super power. I think the thoughts you write about in this poem are timeless and valid for what we perceive as the great unknown. But if you feel something cold across your cheek or a draft when it’s hot out…it’ll be you know who 😱
Outstanding write. H🌷
Bravo! In subject matter and rhyme, impressive. Shakespearean. After years of contemplation death remains too vague for me to grasp, other than I won’t be a solid anymore. I do hope I’ll be able to haunt people and places. That would be a cool celestial super power. I think the thoughts you write about in this poem are timeless and valid for what we perceive as the great unknown. But if you feel something cold across your cheek or a draft when it’s hot out…it’ll be you know who 😱
Outstanding write. H🌷
7th May 2023 12:03pm
Thank you, Honoria.
The mind says there is nothing, but the heart says all we've felt and done and learned can't be for nil. I'm with you, though -- haunting would be the thing.
Thank you again.
J.
The mind says there is nothing, but the heart says all we've felt and done and learned can't be for nil. I'm with you, though -- haunting would be the thing.
Thank you again.
J.
13th Jun 2023 10:39am
13th Jun 2023 10:46am
