time’s up
read write poem no 71: it’s all about the first line
i used donald harbour‘s i know that life has loved me line for a reference point in creating my poem. now that i have finished, i visited donald’s poem and amazed how they have a strange commonality. yes, no
photo: Meet “Pretty Boy”!!!, maureen_g, flickr
less than complete he walked away…
i know that life has loved me
beyond the moments of now
forever etched at the beginning
here breathing small breaths
i recall the entirety in
nano bursts blazing
born on a bed of blood and light
poured out water unable to return
my lungs began to assert
held in a soft blanket
clutched in warmth
there’s nothing else
to remember
here i lay
the cool dirt of earth
waiting juncture
her face i scrutinze
in disappearing ink
Wow. A beautiful poem. So rich. Love the turn to ink at the end. Evocative use of the title. And the image, too. (I love birds!)
I’m afraid I did some damage to your first line. But if you’d like to read it: Corridor.
The last stanza is great.
Like the photo.
over the ridge and hard planes