Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar in the dVerse Poets Pub ~ Poems with questions ~ no answers!
do people who draft their own obituaries
have a clear sense of identity
a quiet sense of 'this is who I've been'
is the attempt itself a kind of reaching
a hand groping for shape in a darkened room
how does life fit into a handful of sentences
years spilling over the edges refusing to be boxed
if we write our own endings
are we confessing or curating
do we polish the parts that might sting
or leave them raw for honesty's sake
and when we've finally figured life out
what are we supposed to do with the answer
exactly when does later become 'too late'
A lovely poem, Helen, and these lines stood out for me:
ReplyDelete'how does life fit into a handful of sentences
years spilling over the edges refusing to be boxed'.
"if we write our own endings
ReplyDeleteare we confessing or curating"
Pertinent questions asked
Much love
Tough to write one. This is my favorite part : if we write our own endings
ReplyDeleteare we confessing or curating. Thanks Helen.
This is so powerful Helen, bravo bravo my friend… 👍🏼✌🏼🫶🏻
ReplyDeleteAnother philosopher propping up the bar at dVerse Poets Pub - great questions every one, and I think the same applies to autobiographies , where there is even more scope for either white-washing or telling bitter truths - bravo, Helen...
ReplyDeleteBravo! Something to ponder on for sure, Helen! Most times we lie to ourselves.
ReplyDeleteThis cuts deep. These line was quite striking to me - "if we write our own endings
ReplyDeleteare we confessing or curating"
Love the last stanza - what are we supposed to do with the answer 👍
ReplyDeleteOh messy life. Excellent write Helen 👏