Questioning Reality

She says, “I am content when wakened birds, 
Before they fly, test the reality 
Of misty fields, by their sweet questionings”
Wallace Stevens



I do have questions
but none I wish to ask,
except: How will you
remember me
at journey’s end?
But that one
does not have an exact
answer, does it?
It depends on
what you remember
of me now, and will you
think of me at all
in time to come?
So I do not ask
of you a single thing,
just of myself:
How will I
remember you?


Day 29 ~ JOURNEY

Bjorn is our host in The Imaginary Garden today, Asking Questions.

Simple Remedies (Flash 55)

Simple things became surreal, malevolent
Maureen Hynes

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Poison doesn’t kill
you overnight
when you sip it slowly –

you forget the sting
of a bee
on the back of your hand
and marvel, instead
at its lightness of being –

you shed tears
for eulogies of strangers
merely half a cup of grief –

forget to mop the saltwater
bonfire of your own
unswallowed fears –



This poem is in part inspired by the title of Milan Kundera's post-modern novel, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, and in part by the photograph, entitled Still Life (1908) by Adolf de Meyer.
I have also used a selection of 5 words from the poem, The Horses, the Sorrow, the Umbilicus by Maureen Hynes and featured in Sherry's Wordy Thursday

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