Phenomena I Have Met

I think of all those flashing, fleeting images
that many of us see, unheralded and
undesired; I think they are
those "flickerings of presence" poet
Robert Gibb must have also known...
and yet not these alone.

For I remember too, the messages
revealed to me from hands beyond

the grave.  I have seen them
with my eyes, saved them for years,
and kept them in my mind and heart
until the day I'll seem to graduate
from earth's dark coil, into the
realms of light.

And there are more just past
the curtain of our pasty consciousness 

that shine on us with an intensity

 undreamed.

 

Their presence,
visible and those not yet disclosed             
presage a zeal which tantalizes
to be sure, but also sets in stone
awareness and compulsion that
the fabled heaven and earth
are here and now...one doorway,
hearth and home.
      ~

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

Whether from a heaven or a hell
or some greater beyond
communication continues
No one can convince me otherwise
Maybe our hearts and Hopes speak.
But just maybe the spirit is well
and alive forever, somewhere
somehow.....♥..

Thanks for sharing your views...........Jazz

[Dean]

thank you!

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are welcome Dean....... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

This reads like nothing I can compare to, beyond anything you have ever done. I'm not familiar with the poet, Robert Gibb, but I shall remedy that, most assuredly.

"...until the day I'll seem to graduate
from earth's dark coil, into the
realms of light."

Today marks the anniversary of my sister's death. I decorated my house for Christmas, just to occupy my mind from the melancholy of losing her to those "realms of light". I find poetry of death quite absorbing...my mind devours it, like an attempt to understand the depths of it. But what you've done here is amazing, Dean. Just like everything you do.

You deserve so much more than my little comment!

[Dean]

Kelly, so sorry about your sister. I know close personal tragedy, too.---and as for your comments, never apologize. I write of death often, and do not find it intimidating. I love your comments.
They are cherished, and like food to me.