Before you read my poem below
You can learn more about my unpublished new science fiction novel, Rooms, and my published young adult novelette, Wheatgrass: An Irish Fantasy by clicking on the links below.
Wheatgrass: An Irish Fantasy published and for sale on Amazon.com
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Before you read my poem below
You can learn more about my unpublished new science fiction novel, Rooms, and my published young adult novelette, Wheatgrass: An Irish Fantasy by clicking on the links below.
Wheatgrass: An Irish Fantasy published and for sale on Amazon.com
Paperback - $3.23
Kindle version - $0.99
(Montgomery)
As I Lay Dying
As I lay dying
Surrounded
by the immensity
Of
life
And
quieted by the certainty
Of
death
I
see your eyes
Dark
dripping pools
Of
concern
Worry
Fear
And
the universal question
Of
why?
Cascading
down
Your
dark, lit orbs
To
mine
Holding
tight to what was
Not
wanting to let go
I
lay
Somehow
accepting
The
visions and neurons
Firing
with light speed
Taking
me through the journey
Of
my story
The
warmth and joy
Of
experiences
Some
sad
Some
happy
Some
frightening
Some
inspiring
But…
Intertwined
Combined
Collected
Into
It
all
Knowing
the days of my youth
Grabbing
the ball
Playing
the evening
Gathering
together
By
the fire
‘round
the table
Into
the night
Laughing
Telling
stories
Being
family
My
homes
My
friends
The
food
The
laughter
The
lessons
My
loves
The
wilderness
The
ocean
The
rain – The wind
The
sunsets
The
children
The
smiles
The
lives
Touched
The
music
The
poetry
The
awesome counterpoint of existence
And…
My
daughter
The
crux and essence
Of
me
The
sum of it
The
undulating flow of it
The
all-consuming power of it
Only
I can see
Assess
And
know
I
am
Happy
I
was here
Sad
I
can’t help you
Confined
Yet
free
As
you look into me
Suffused
in somberness
And
the loneliness of
Being
Left
behind
I
pause and…
Know
the time
I
glance
While
you fade
I
focus on the inward beat
And
breathe
Climaxing
Nearing
the end
To
this
A
new beginning
All
I can do is
Go
forward
And
ponder…
I
came here on my own
I
leave on my own
But
with so much more
Do
I leave
Am
I ready?
Is
anyone?
It’s
late
It’s
time
It’s
here
My
limp hand
Is
clutched by yours
And
held with tears
Of
love unaware
Of
my smile inside
As
I know
I’ve
lived completely
And
Joyfully
Joyfully
Copyright © Bob Stegner 2006
Image of Hands:
Montgomery, Martin/Alamy. Regrets of Dying. Digital image. Theguardian.com The Guardian, 1 Feb. 2012. Web. 20 Feb. 2014.
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