Thursday, November 19, 2009

This is the way of it

The phone rang its special ring that signals a long distance call.  A dear friend from France.  Third sentence informed of a sudden, unanticipated death.  I did not know him well.  Matters not.  It still shocks, pains, sobers.  Tenth sentence told of the diagnosis of cancer in the dead man's thirty-something daughter.  Beyond the sorrow, I was struck by how, in the last few years, death seems to hover.  This poem dripped out with the tears.





What?
Her last breath?
She could not hold on?
He fought the good fight?
It won't be long?
He was only . . .?
How?
Why?
Breathe?
Now?  How?


I am
Breathing. Trying.
Gasping.  Grasping.
Holding 
reluctantly
this bitter pill.
A heavy stone
That won't go down.
It won't!  I won't.
Okay . . . I will.


And so
life and earth
offer
a foretaste
of what will be
Yes, I know . . .
it will be
but surely not for me
or mine
yet.


Heartbeats
whisper
"Yes, sweetheart
for you and yours.
Sooner or later."
Inhale.  Exhale.
Recycle.
Return.
Reconstitute.
Rest.


Mind balks
Heart knows and holds
Body accedes
Soul sits
Life serves life
Always making way
for new life
This is the way of it
Don't fight the inevitable
Embrace life as life presents itself.


LIVE NOW
Until you don't.
This is the way of it.







20 comments:

  1. Your poem sums it up so well Bonnie...Life is short...so live it well! Perfect photo to accompany it also...very ephemeral.

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  2. That's beautiful Bonnie. And that last picture, so apropos.

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  3. Beautiful. Death is a bitter pill to swallow for those of us left behind, but also a stark reminder to live while we can.

    Thanks for the reminder.

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  4. Wow.

    It always seems to take news like this to remind us to live life each day, doesn't it? Because tomorrow isn't guaranteed to anyone, anywhere.

    Hugs and love,
    Angela

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  5. More than anything else what I feel and sense is the emotion behind your words. Every moment should be lived... that bubble is glorious in nature but going to burst at some time :)

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  6. ok, i cried...

    sorry to hear about your friend...

    b

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  7. Hard news.

    Your words are true Bonnie.

    I always say I am alive until I'm dead.

    xoxo

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  8. How come cancer lately became almost the only way to die?? Beautiful poem Bonnie and sorry for your friend..

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  9. oh i am so sorry to hear about your friend. having lost my grandfather recently, your poem had an extra special meaning for me.
    thank you for your beautiful writings that are always so comforting.

    x,
    myan

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  10. That last verse is so very true, Bonnie. Carpe diem.

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  11. this is the way of it, and if we are lucky then maybe not just yet.
    Three times I've come close and three times I was reprieved. Each time I said 'I must live more consciously'; it never lasts.

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  12. We know about death, don't we, but still it shocks, whenever it knocks on the door.

    Your poem captures the essence of this shock and our resistance to death very well.

    It's especially shocking when we hear about death visiting the young and by young I mean anyone under eighty. These days anything under eighty seems too young to die. Or perhaps that's just wishful thinking and a western view of life.

    I'm sure there are cultures and eras when death felt more likely at anytime, and was therefore more readily accepted,far less shocking.

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  13. Bonnie, this is so beautiful now you have made me cry. We must always appreciate each moment we are given...we never know when that call will come. You have written this in perfect synchronicity with that exact understanding.
    I love the bubble in the sky at the end...so hopeful and ethereal...really just like life, yes? We are all just a breath in the wind.
    Love and Hugs to You :)
    Kelly

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  14. So true, Bonnie and I am immensely taken with your powerful poem and sad to hear of your friend's passing.

    It is always so hard to even ' hear' of a loss.

    Be well~
    Calli

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  15. It's so painful when loved ones leave us, or when we worry that they will. Comfort is hard to find sometimes.

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  16. sorry for your loss no matter how distant, it is always shocking...

    beautiful picture and poetry.

    much love

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  17. Bonnie, I'm so sorry about you friends. That's tough to hear on a phone call. Your poem is beautiful. I love the form. Your stanzas look like figures. Did you do that on purpose? Beautiful.

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  18. Oh, Bonnie...this was so well written and so very true. Death is a hard pill to swallow. We don't want to take it but we do have to live every moment while we can. So beautiful...

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  19. So sorry to hear of this. And your photo at the end of your poem is perfect for this post. Perfect.

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  20. You've captured that moment so well in your poem - hearing the news, dealing with it, wondering about your own life span, living life to it's fullest. Great work

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