a page
In the grand scheme of things, are we each just a page?
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a page
when all is done and said
and laid to rest
the leaves of the albums
thumbed
smudged and closed
and the tears had run dry
and there are no more
comforting words
and extended hands
then
the universe moist its fingers
and silently turns
a page
30/08/2008
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“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018
a page
when all is done and said
and laid to rest
the leaves of the albums
thumbed
smudged and closed
and the tears had run dry
and there are no more
comforting words
and extended hands
then
the universe moist its fingers
and silently turns
a page
30/08/2008
**********
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2018
posted by dsnake1 at 10:03 PM
16 Comments:
I love the patience of the universe that lets us complete our mourning before turning the page.
This poem has great impact, the universe turning a page. As a hospice worker, i often think, looking at clients' photos of all their busy years, their families, houses, possessions, that ultimately it boils down to a hospital bed, a toothbrush and a comb. Your poem made me think of that.
Really wonderful poem!!!
I would think it is about time for this to occur. Sigh.
Loved, gets you thinking for sure.
Melancholy but restful.
A page is a lot of space for such mortal creatures. I don't find it troubling to be that page--and I LOVE this image:
"the universe moist its fingers
and silently turns
a page"
That is an amazing thought....the universe turning the page. A beautiful poem, that reminds us to not be too puffed up as humans........
Bjorn,
that was the intent of the poem, the patience of the universe. :)
Sherry,
your comment makes me think of my mother at the hospice. ultimately, all her possessions there were some clothes, a comb and a mug. and that hospital bed. :(
Annell,
thank you! :)
interesting. though provoking.
Mary,
perhaps it is always there...
Vicki,
thank you! :)
Chrissa,
thank you! :)
Love all your words and that sad truth in the close.
This is what life is until death turns the page.
So so well done.
Anna :o]
Susan,
ah, i loved this line : "a page is a lot of space for such mortal creatures."
i wrote this in the context of a loss. but i also imagined the universe to be a being reading a book of life & death, the pages which are not us but galaxies. and the earth, and us humans, are just a very minuscule part of it.
Sherry,
and we humans are still as puffed-up as ever. :(
Richard,
thank you for visiting! :)
Thank you, Anna. :)
Beautifully written and crafted, as always. I love that one-line 'then' before the startling (albeit deceptively gentle) turn in thought.
Thank you, Rosemary.
i am glad that one word can provide some impact. :)
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