Sunday, October 25, 2009


Now I know what dying is like.
A stream of air caressed my lips
rushing towards eternity.
Fingers stretched out
as white as tile
to balance
as I float an inch above the rest
and turn to ask,
where am I going?
Am I still here?
I drop back down to earth,
my knees most prayerful
before I stretch out to rest.
I look in the mirror. Still standing.
Undone, done. So ends the world.
And hit...return.
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Jeane Myers said...

Oh, I loved this! thank you Lyn :)

Linda S. Socha said...

I love this one Lyn
I can step into that picturee

Tess Kincaid said...

Oh, that's a killer opening line, Lyn! I like this one a lot. Very thought provoking.

(and your hummus dip looks fab...thanks for the recipe) :)

Lyn said...

Hi Jeane-
Thank sort of "rushed" towards me..

Lyn said...

Hi Linda-
Thanks..The picture said it for me!

Lyn said...

Hi Willow-
This one just wrote itself..I'm sure you know what I mean!
Dip was eaten without baseball..rained out! Thanks for all..

A Cuban In London said...

A beautiful poem combining spirit and technology. You nailed it, in my view, with that last line, hit return. I wish we could have the same chance someday.

Greetings from London.

Lyn said...

Greetings to a Cuban-
Thank start all over? I think we do..that's karma! I'm one of those..and I pray to finally not come back, unless I do as a Bodhisattva!


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