The monkey hangs down the creepy long greens
Amidst the sun kissed leaves
Through the spotted rains
Through the blues of the sky
While Emily Dickinson warms my bed
And the speckled dust hugs my window panes
I question life and death and possibility and probability
I think about her life of seclusion; her life of reservation; of death and of disease
Of words and letters;
I hug my knees
And smugly smile
At the similarity and duality of lives across centuries
I could read a poem and relate to the poet
I could live her life through her work
And see her dreams through her eyes
I could live the melancholy of her life
And the rapturous joy in her life
I could live multiple lives
In a lone solitary life
I could live a million lives
In a lone solitary life!
Janet Kralovec
September 13, 2012 at 7:12 pm
Very insightful and lovely. janet kralovec (one of MODPO students)
Shruti Parija
September 17, 2012 at 1:40 am
Thanks a lot Janet! 🙂
Sarvani Chowdhury
October 3, 2012 at 10:00 am
really naice…a feel-good poem!!!!
Medusa
October 4, 2012 at 12:57 am
“I could live a million lives, in a lone solitary life!” How beautiful! I have always been a fan anyway.
peculiaritiesandreticences
November 11, 2012 at 10:26 pm
Terrific work!! (from a fellow ModPoian).