Mortal Eclipse

I'm not sure what triggered this particular poem, my brain won't tell me. Another one I wrote a couple of years ago.

He disappeared in the dead

Of winter

When the trees were in a naked

Slumber

And the ground, unseen, but its presence

Known, even though the white snow was cast

Such an irony it is to know that he

Should choose to leave

At such a time, knowing

The reason why he chose

Winter - symbolic of death, yet also

Rebirth

Forever, he is gone, where?

I’m uncertain

Forever, though, is not always

Eternal, but merely a sprinkle of time

So, I know he will one day return

Shall I be here then?

I will never know, only holding on

To each second of breath while I can

Unsuspecting that at any moment

I could too disappear forever

Unbeknown to anyone but my

Creator

This leads me to ponder -

Can you pass if you aren’t alive,

Just merely existing?

Tell me first, before answering,

What does it mean -

What does it mean to truly

be alive?

 

Reviews

[n]

Excellent piece.

"He disappeared in the dead
Of winter
When the trees were in a naked
Slumber"

"Forever, though, is not always
Eternal, but merely a sprinkle of time
So, I know he will one day return
Shall I be here then?"

Your word choice is incredible, and your writing is powerful.
Don't stop.

[Jeremiah Medina]

This is an amazing piece of poetry. What does it mean to be alive? Human feeling, human consciousness, love, happiness, dreams, ambition. All of this and more. This is a keeper an excellent poem. i love it.