spent
ego is a fragile toy
and i’ve been thinking a lot about death lately
at first glance, these two things
might seem to be unrelated
but they are partners i tell you
(and don’t run away because i’ve mentioned their names)
you will dance with them both
one night
and i am never good at answers
but i do know this:
you get to write the music
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
April 10th, 2013 at 8:16 am
ha….great last line…and yes we all dance with death…and ego that is for sure…love opening too…the seemingly contrasting statements, yet you link them well…
April 10th, 2013 at 8:32 am
Lovely, poignant, and reassuring all at once; such gentle music you write.
April 10th, 2013 at 8:43 am
I’ve danced with both but dang . . . I forgot to write the music.
April 10th, 2013 at 9:00 am
Love the capture! All just lovely!
April 10th, 2013 at 9:13 am
So true. Never thought of it in this – love the last line
April 10th, 2013 at 11:52 am
i love the thought and wisdom which went into this… and why is it we don’t want to talk about them… perhaps we are too naive to think it won’t happen to us
April 10th, 2013 at 12:19 pm
This life is rarely more than dancing and death – don’t just write your music, sing it.
April 10th, 2013 at 11:31 pm
Music to what?
Mysterious, lovely, haunting, and kind of doesn’t make sense.
I like this very much.
April 11th, 2013 at 12:03 am
yor poems and pictures are so very beautiful. amazing how you can create them so consistently, so frequently.
April 12th, 2013 at 7:30 pm
this made me cry. really truly no lie. and i wish i could believe you about writing the music. i . . . don’t know. i am a doubter. but there’s this – i hope you are right. i hope.