Not Me
There is no transfer,
no shooting of the ghost
across town or time
or species of beast.
No beaming
or streaming
through cosmic
or copper wires.
No.
I am dead,
simply,
not me.
And yet,
and yet
wherever there’s an eye,
I may be,
seeing,
being
not the same snuffed candle
but another light,
a separate flame,
maybe roaring or sputtering
or soaring,
a shot in the dark,
a spark in the sky,
not this me, never
again, no,
yet I
Featured image: Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
The fall and rise are dramatic and daring. I enjoyed this piece.
Thanks so much, K!
WOW! What a poem to o with “Starry Nights” painting!!! Very bold & very thoughtful insight Mark!
Thank you for giving us a FOLLOW @BellaDharma an BellaSita’ss Purrfect Pad…..
Feel free to browse thru’ archives’ there are alot of cool posts (because my cats do the writing) & some fairly decent photos (taken by me).
Sincerely, BellaSita Mum aka Sherri-Ellen & **purrss** BellaDharma
Thanks so much! It’s an idea I’ve found difficult to articulate so I’m glad you found it worthwhile.
This is a beautiful poem!
Thanks very much, Dawn