Eternity in Fleshly Cases

We have eternity framed in such
frail fleshly cases
An ill wind
pushes us in our place
for a while
The wind can't blow out the
pilot light that is our soul
until it's time for us to move on

My casing is so fragile lately
time to ponder
and reflect
the breathless incandescence that
is our lives
fleeting memories making up that time
velvetfuzzydaze
whoosh it's gone in a haze
as the hands of our life clock wind down

in the quiet of my illness
enforced inactivity
stillness
there is no fear
for what will come

only an anticipation
of a new life situation
all of the lessons
in that time to be learned

Reviews

[Dispersus]

I am curious, but I shall remain so ...for now.......

fragile casings...my illness...stillness...new life situation ...

I'm curious

Peace,
Rob
---
dust

they say we will be
dust, one day
and the mysteries will not change us

our Earthly ignorance will regress
amd in perfect irony
brilliance will find us
after the fact

all the lost dreams will gather
and smile at our silly beliefs
as the noose of yesterday unravels

in life, we stand behind granite masks
mountain tall and strong,
but the fissures are evidence
the precursor of our imminent erosion

the struggle is folly
and for the final slap, once dust
we are marked for the future
with stone, a laughing reminder
of our fleeting existence

[jane7z]

I look forward to reading your other works. This is an awesome reminder of our mortality.

[paddy d daly]

your poem as i understand is an opening up to the world of your vulnerable person and in that way all
our vulnerability as people, if i understand correctly then i admire you for your bravery

[jane7z]

Thank for reading paddy, in my goofy opinion all writing is a writers way of being vulnerable to others of writing our souls even when we are unaware. It is interesting when others see things in our writings we aren't even aware of on a concious level. Very cool!

[paddy d daly]

that is an interesting take on it and when i think on it how true, i guess what we write has a lot more meaning to others than what we think it has or at least it would be nice to think so, cheers

[jane7z]

I first found the power or writing when I posted a lil piece of mine called I Still mIss someone on Cragislist in Eugene Oregon, the impact of those who wrote back from it surprised me and made me realize how powerful our words are and how even if its an ideal of who we would like to be at least for me its putting my essences both light and shadow out there again and again

[sharonlee]

Hauntingly poignant... and has me wondering to... and Rob's poetic comment is a perfect accompaniment... reading the 2 was a poetic feast.