I left yesterday.
Moved to places unknown.
No forwarding address.
Can't be reached by phone.
It is, what it is.
We became, to become.
Water returning
to the clouds it came from.
Cattepillar to moth.
Moth to a flame.
Never losing sight of the light,
never seeing from where it came.
Don't look for me,
but feel me.
I am joining all that "is", or "was",
to be a part of all that "will be".
I am farther away than you can imagine.
I am closer than eyes can see.
I am more of everything that is,
I am just where you knew I'd be.
I left yesterday.
Moved to places unknown.
No forwarding address.
Can't be reached by phone.
by Sole
A contest entry
- Say It Now by piccola.
1200 points, ended June 29, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
contest i read the rules
Comments
1 - 5 of 5
-
The ending reminds me that with death comes the end ... if we want to say or do things, they are best said and done now. Nice reminder.
-
I agree with my cojudge. This is beautifully done. I like the rhythm of your words.
"Cattepillar" should be 'caterpillar' respectfully. -
This is a beautiful write, please take no offense. I just don't find it encouraging. Maybe it is my deep grief ... I don't know. It just makes me even more sad. Thanks for the entry though...it is beautiful.
-
WOW!
This is so right up my alley! I actually felt pulled to this write because of the title...as I moved through it I realized exactly why!! Beautiful in every sense of the word!! great job...peace and light, Kendal
-
-
Thanks, and I say that with thought.
I really appreciate the words of encouragment, it is always good for the soul. Right on!!
Our actions can inspire others to light the peace. Bob
-
Adding your comment:
1 - 5 of 5
