Sunday, October 14, 2018

a page

In the grand scheme of things, are we each just a page?




image from pixabay




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

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16 Comments:

Blogger brudberg said...

I love the patience of the universe that lets us complete our mourning before turning the page.

14 October, 2018 23:14  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

14 October, 2018 23:41  
Blogger annell4 said...

Really wonderful poem!!!

15 October, 2018 00:33  
Blogger Mary said...

I would think it is about time for this to occur. Sigh.

15 October, 2018 01:50  
Blogger Vicki said...

Loved, gets you thinking for sure.

15 October, 2018 01:56  
Blogger C. Sandlin said...

Melancholy but restful.

15 October, 2018 02:55  
Blogger Susan said...

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"

15 October, 2018 08:36  
Blogger Sherry Blue Sky said...

That is an amazing thought....the universe turning the page. A beautiful poem, that reminds us to not be too puffed up as humans........

15 October, 2018 09:26  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

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! :)

15 October, 2018 09:38  
Blogger ariverflowsby said...

interesting. though provoking.

15 October, 2018 11:02  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

Mary,

perhaps it is always there...


Vicki,

thank you! :)


Chrissa,

thank you! :)

15 October, 2018 17:27  
Blogger hyperCRYPTICal said...

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]

15 October, 2018 18:28  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

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! :)

15 October, 2018 20:52  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Anna. :)

15 October, 2018 21:02  
Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautifully written and crafted, as always. I love that one-line 'then' before the startling (albeit deceptively gentle) turn in thought.

17 October, 2018 06:46  
Anonymous dsnake1 said...

Thank you, Rosemary.
i am glad that one word can provide some impact. :)

17 October, 2018 16:56  

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