It’s those moments when you are driving to work or riding the train or walking the dog
when just in the corner of your eye
you see it
that’s life
well, maybe not your life
that would be presumptuous of me
maybe my life
no, that’s not it
it’s as if you put your hands in your pockets
and there is a packet of magic beans or fairy dust or
an old skeleton key that opens a secret door
no
it’s not like that at all
I used to think that I could create my life
I could get a roll of butcher paper and roll it out and lie down and getting a marker,
draw around myself
and from that pattern, I could sew days and seasons to fit just right
but that’s not life
life is bone and blood and spit and shit
and birdsong
don’t forget birdsong
life is waking in that dark hour right before dawn leaning against your warmth
hearing you breathe
feeling your heartbeat
and knowing I have
one
more
day
*** I dreamed this poem last night and woke to it completely formed. Hardly ever happens that way. But after spending Friday in the ER thinking I was having a heart attack (I’m fine, really – one more stress test next week – but I am fine…. really) And celebrating Bob’s birthday in a really really big way (post and photos to come) this must be what my subconscious was busy doing.
This is an interesting use of form. After the first couple of lines, the abrupt change to the shorter lines almost makes it seem like time slows “you see it” is a great line because of this. Good stuff.
This is lovely, full of truths. I love the last lines, I’m glad to hear your fine, stay with it.
…i am all about bird songs… the only day i know i can no longer hear one is the day i no longer breathe… loved this… smiles…
I love those poems that come from the subconscious. I’ve woken to find that I tapped poems into my cell phone as I slept so I know your sense of wonder. This is beautiful.
I love the continually adjusting perspective, rejection and search anew!
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First, the poem is gorgeous and REAL and unflnching. Second, don’t forget the birdsong – I love that. Third, ER?! Oh dear, I’m so sorry… I hope all goes well with the stress test and that maybe it was just a one-time event. Will be thinking of you – I know you could use a break.
Glad you’re okay, K! This one nearly took my breath away…That tracing yourself on brown butcher paper…an ingenious touch…Great write…please stay well :)) xo
K, great poem, and so very glad you are okay.
This is brilliant work. I truly adore this.
So nice to have you back, K – I was just thinking about you the other day wondering when I will read your next poem. This one is just beautiful and breathtaking. I too found myself in the ER four Mondays ago unable to walk when I awoke at 5:00 a.m. Eleven days ago I had lower disc compression surgery. I too am doing quite fine now (walking pain free and even riding my bike again) and I’m so very happy knowing you are doing just as well. ps: I will keep you posted on the columbine seeds ;`)
Well, my word, John! So happy you were able to have surgery and have had such a swift recovery – unable to walk – how frightening is that! Thanks, my dear friend, for your kindness. I will await news of the columbine – smiles – K
The birdsong…. That sang right out to me, this is life, the good, the bad, the ugly, framed by moments of exquisite beauty.
Glad you are okay!
What a gift, Kathleen. I’ve had a few of those dream-poems and an outline for my second novel came that way. But I can see how you were ready for this beautiful poem to manifest. Be well.
I also meant to say that I’m glad you are fine; life can throw some scary moments at us when we least expect them – no, we never expect them.
Like many others, my favourite part is:
life is bone and blood and spit and shit
and birdsong
don’t forget birdsong
I love the instruction not to forget the good parts – something some of us (and I am one of them) are rather too prone to doing.
I do hope the tests turn out okay. I loved the conversational style, and I found it particularly appealing as it reminded me of Janet Frame.
I love when I get my dreams down on paper. This is really good, Kathleen.
Pamela
First of all, I’m glad you’re ok.. and then that repeated birdsong. just awesome..
The end gave me goosebumps!
How wonderful that you DREAMED this poem. What a gift!
” life is bone and blood and spit and shit
and birdsong
don’t forget birdsong ”
Yes, you surely have THAT right. I like the reminder not to forget the birdsong. THAT’s what makes so much tolerable!
Stanza 3 – favorite by far 🙂
a wonderfully heartfelt poem
Thanks, Matt – I’m still thinking about that resistible man – just so great – K
And Birdsongs – sometimes I am so glad for them! I hope you are feeling better, what a terrifying experience. Life can change in an instant. Raw and beautiful.
Thanks, Lorri – so appreciate it! K
life is bone and blood and spit and shit
and birdsong…its the good and bad…its magic at times but not always…it happens…sometimes out the corner of our eye…and sometimes it just hits us like a run away car…..i am glad you are ok…that is way scary…
Thanks, Brian – it was way scary but good too, in a way and yes, I am ok – smiles K
yep…that sounds much like life…love all the images….esp…
it’s as if you put your hands in your pockets
and there is a packet of magic beans or fairy dust or
an old skeleton key that opens a secret door…but also the…bone and blood and spit and shit…ha…
Thanks, Claudia – always appreciate your time and kindness. K
I like this and it is so very true. We all learn that our lives can turn on a dime, be it for good or for bad. We must still be grateful to have that one more day and make it as good as we can for ourselves and others.
Thanks, Sharon – love you – K
This is raw and real poetry, straight from the heart…I certainly can relate. Life sure does throw us in a spin sometimes…glad to hear you’re okay. x
Thank you, Louise. Appreciate your kind words – and congrats on your badger book – so happy for your success! K
A wonderful perspective!
Thanks so much – K