He asked me did I love him, you know.
Midnight.
Twelve minutes before he died.
I am awake
like flicking on a switch
clicking into wakefulness –
my brain flooding into the world -
the world flooding into my brain
I have lost control of every part of it
what once was
a perfectly functioning mind and body
First thoughts –
alone
One week until the equinox
a touch of autumn frost
a gloriously sunny Sunday
sun sun sun
Sol
John…
I am light - all-powerful sunlight
instantaneous
radiant
flowing effortlessly
into the darkest corners of the universe
capable of seeing
illuminating
understanding
everything
I am a huge intelligence encompassing all things
looking down on the rest of humanity
mere pinpoints on the map of life
moving back
and back
~~~
You hear it before you see it
that staccato peeping so distinctive.
A kingfisher, I say, pointing -
there, on that broken branch, iridescent beauty,
the light filtering through the trees
in the same way meaning comes through language
dappled
Suddenly it dives
aiming with a half-appalling sense of violation
straight into the leafy depths
driving minute particles of lake water
at high velocity
into ever-increasing circles
~~~
The leaves have started turning on the trees -
I distinctly remember them changing colour last fall
And I think to myself in retrospect
so that is a year
Barney and the Kingfisher
©crisstiena
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
This poem seemed to wander around, taking interesting twists and turns, each leaving images that beckon for more. I think kingfishers are interesting birds. They have longer bills than tails, which is unusual. The aquatic ones have egg shaped corneas that allow them to see equally well in air or water. Can't say I've ever heard one peep. Now I'm curious to hear what makes it so distinct. ~smile~
