And I beg of you, what is the shape of the journey
When death comes calling, pleading, greeting us
in the thin place between what’s real and what isn’t.
Is death round as a wispy dandelion, blowing
away in a gentle breeze, happy and carefree?
Or is it square, where everywhere you venture,
you find yourself in a corner
With no way back to here ~ where you once were?
Is it an eternal spiral and you are
forever spinning, re-living gossamer memories
of breathing, feeling, and being alive?
In the end, is it nothing
but an empty lonely table set for a party of one?
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Linda Lee Lyberg is an author, poet, wife, and mother. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years and her dog, Ricky Bobby who loves to go real fast. She writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. Several of her works have appeared in various anthologies and online literary magazines.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and her Amazon Author Page
Profound reflection, Linda. Seems we have a bit of a death theme/exchange going on here. I just posted my reflections on Darkness Does Great Work, and perhaps it serves as a bit of an answer to this?
Stephen
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Thank you Stephen. I’ll check it out.
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🤓🙏🙏🤓
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Moving, Linda.
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Thank you V.J.
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Welcome
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Loved this 💙
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Such interesting ways to think of death. Clever, unique piece Linda.
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Thank you Beth.
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