Life is a shadow of passed;
the darkness
you’re leaving behind;
it’s
the speed you are driving
as you approach
an edge of the cliff
you never had feared
until
you’re falling.
Life is the void
you leave
as dust in your wake.
Speed by Robert Demachy
Today it’s OLN at dVerse and Lilian hosts again. Welcome back Lilian.
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May 2, 2019
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Nice and dark–but is it a cliff waiting or a portal or Jacob’s Ladder? You have touched on an inexhaustible situation as prompt for poetic probing.
I really liked the Auden quote you gave for your poem… It could almost be seen as the same
Pushing forward…driving driving…Sometimes we do indeed leave everyone in the dust behind. So many ways to look at this. Love the image!
That’s an amazing old image, Björn, and it fits the poem well. I love the final words, which have so many possible meanings:
‘Life is the void
you leave
as dust in your wake.’
For once I actually looked for the image before writing… usually I try to find an image afterwards.
Me too!
I imagine a spirit returning to the light with these lines
‘Life is the void
you leave
as dust in your wake’
As Kim mentioned, your poem and photo are perfect companions, Bjorn. In my mind’s eye, I see two mechanics/inventors pushing the limits that society has imposed upon them.
Nice last stanza.
Nice one Bjorn
I especially lie your last 3 lines, Bjorn!
How we move through life, is the speed we are driving. Some fast, some slow but we all end up in dust.
I like this very much.
This has class….rich!
Yeeks…a bit dark
It does seem like the present is always just out of reach. (K)
Letting go the fears and living, wonderful call.
Ironically, as shadowy and insubstantial as that past is, it holds up the present.
Your poem and Lillian’s could be companion pieces, in a way–the passage of time, watch hands stopped, speeding off and leaving dust in your wake. . .
Yes, we can leave many our wake as we plough through life. I liked this a lot 🙂
This was great Björn, I love the mental image it evokes. Life is also the thing that happens while you are busy making other plans… 😉
The edge you didn’t expect and the falling. Did you jump or were you pushed? This is a thought provoking piece.