Saturday, June 27, 2009

Ephemera

We may be but ephemera
floating through these waters for an instant
where death drifts common as the dragonfly
no more frightening than life my dear he says smiling
Death winks and he is a handsome lad who carries us in his arms
For just a lovely moment and then off he goes on to other business

14 comments:

Sherry said...

i've always thought so.

Utah Savage said...

Thank you Sherry for showing up. Strange how I feel I know you when we've never met. I love your brevity. This too I need to learn.

Lisa said...

And in the end? We are tiny, aren't we?

Utah Savage said...

Lisa, how are the pussies for peace? Did they survive the drowning?

Gail said...

Hi Utah

I am so attracted to these words yet I cannot reply poetic. Perhaps only to say that love is bigger than death. I felt it all around, moments after he died and I laid across his chest, still warm. My long hair cascading around his frail self - I felt love.
Gail

susan said...

Very nice. Yet I know we're bigger than we can imagine.

Much love to you.

thepoetryman said...

Oh my dear Utah...I love this one.

Paul C said...

"Pussies for peace" !!

There is nothing I can add to that one.

But

seriously,

What Gail said was so moving.

beautiful........

All the best and thanks to you and all the women,and occasional men, who contribute here.

P.

Spadoman said...

yes

PENolan said...

No more frightening than life.

That's the damn truth.
Your words always have significance for me even though we're far away and have never met. Just imagine what powerful comfort you provide for your friend who has known you for a lifetime.

jadedj said...

Is there something in the air? This is the third blog post I've read today with death as the theme. Not complaining, just wondering. A coincidence I am sure.

Beautifully put as usual, Utah.

Vigilante said...


"I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."


~Frank Herbert, Dune, "Litany Against Fear", 1965

Suzan said...

Truer words . . . .

Thanks, Utah!

S

where death drifts common as the dragonfly

Mauigirl said...

Beautiful poem. By the way, I have been in and out (don't know where the month of June has gone) and am not sure I ever said how sorry I was to hear about your friend Z...my thoughts are with you and her.