A Near-to- death State Of Mind

He lies, warm and straight; unmoving.
Free from pain in his transitionary world;
safe within a love that shared his body and mind.
Without her altruistic and unyielding care
he'd float through the eternal abyss
of clouds and endless memories.

Images of her weeping pervade.
Her tears flow in viscous streams,
like lava flows that wrap him in
a final expression of love.
Hands, once inseparable, are slipping apart;
yielding to a final, fingertip touch of goodbye.

As they catch a rising breeze, 
closed curtains stroke a stirring caress
like the delicate sway of a grass skirt.
Tiny, impish faces appear then disappear
among the pattern, playing peep
then hiding in their secret, fantasy woodland.

The paintings on the walls become animated,
zooming and retreating like a camera lens.
Their inhabitants: alive and busy
like tiny repertory companies
in their framed microcosm,
creating scenes of a recognisable past.

Strange, vague faces of yesterday
hover in subjective silence as they
claim the gloomy corners of the room.
Some smiling, some scowling;
some turning away without reason.
Why would they turn away?
What secrets do they refuse to share?

Endless conversations with the dead,
yet only one audible participant.
Passed relatives visiting incessantly,
in forms that bring most comfort.
The vertical finger of silence touches the lips
when the living enter the room.
A shuushhh.....and they leave.
Returning to the mysteries
that exist beyond this 'mortal coil.'
But always they reappear:
a night-and-day procession
until exhaustion overwhelms.

Distant voices of children
travel the sky, certain to be heard.
That playground cacophany
amalgamated to a luring hubbub
of childhood communication.
The mind floats back with
the eye of a soaring eagle.
Back through the forest of life,
scanning images of existence past,
to a clearing where children
dance in happy, skipping circles.

Suddenly, the sky turns dark,
as leaves swirl in rustling tornadoes.
Ominous, churning clouds tumble
and roll in a thundering menace.
The children run, drenched,
in an expanding ripple of screams,
for the safety of the trees.

Then, a flash of lightning ignites
a wondrous, refulgent dawn.
He steps forward into the glow,
without fear, as he hears
the cry of a newborn baby,
held within its mother's arms.
He looks up into the eyes of the mother, 
and then.......all memories die.

A rising breeze blows the curtains open.
They unfurl: banners of respect, fluttering
in unison for his last, whispered words.
On whose release, a wistful wind
carries them to an infinite silence:

'I'm tired, my love, I'm so very, very tired.'




















Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment
Date: 1/20/2018 11:05:00 PM
Wonderful images! You weave high class words Jonathan.
Login to Reply
Date: 1/18/2018 6:38:00 PM
I agree with Sunshine Smile This is a great imagery poem.Have a nice evening my friend.
Login to Reply
Date: 1/16/2018 2:07:00 PM
- The imagery is amazing, Jonathan !!! - Congratulations on your p.o.t.d. - // Anne-Lise :)
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 10:50:00 PM
Congratulations Jonathan on your POTD honors for your deeply moving and beautifully emotional poem. Warmest wishes ~Susan
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 10:43:00 PM
I think this is one of the very greatest poems I've ever read, for many many reasons. It must have been a long hard write, wow. Obviously I have to fave this masterpiece. POTD? It should be poem of the year. Thanks for sharing your genius Jonathan;-)
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 9:39:00 PM
Soothing the soul of the person who is about to transition is the kindest gift you can give them, rather than begging them not to leave. Death is never an easy thing for the loved ones, but the dying persons feelings should be paramount. You express this beautifully in your wonderful poem Jonathan. Congratulations on having your poem honored with POTD! Excellent work! : )
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 6:02:00 PM
A most engaging set of verses about someone who has died. And the world of life verse death. You have described it well. Congrats on your POTD. Wishing you many more posts. It's a ten.
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 2:38:00 PM
Thank you so much for your comments. I would've given an individual thank you to all, but I want to thank everyone with equal appreciation. Not sure exactly how POTD is calculated or chosen, but I'm very grateful.
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 11:57:00 AM
Brilliant Jonathan, congratulations for a truly deserving honor. The best in some time, a fav...
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 11:13:00 AM
Congratulations on your amazing POTD Jonathan... hugs and smiles :)
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 10:39:00 AM
Fantastic piece of poetry, Jonathan...what a great read - an epic write!! My best regards. :) john P.s Congratulations on receiving POTD.
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 10:07:00 AM
A wonderful way to tell of the transition from one existence to another. A joy to read and Congratulations on POTD!
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 9:53:00 AM
such a moving and very emotional write Jonathan very well deserving of POTD:-) hugs jan xx
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 9:06:00 AM
Emotional and very deep write, Jonathan, well done. Congratulations on POTD. :)
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 8:24:00 AM
You are a master for sure. While I don't believe in a ghostly afterlife, I interpret this as as the images/hallucinations that flash through a dying mind. In any case you have vividly captured those last moments in painstaking detail
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 7:09:00 AM
Back to congratulate you on potd honours, an excellent choice, a truly masterful ink. I hope you are well my friend. Warm wishes your way. xomo
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 6:38:00 AM
A deep and somber description on the journey both the living and the dying take as death approaches ... a sojourn of sadness....Well penned...Congrats on POTD
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 6:14:00 AM
Congratulations on POTD Jonathan, you deserve all the honour on this profoundly idept poem. Very much enjoyed...Maria
Login to Reply
Date: 1/15/2018 5:42:00 AM
Wow Jonathan!!! So unbelievably moving!! Your imagery is amazing and I became lost in your words as I read. Congratulations on POTD!!! So happy it was selected so it came on my radar. An absolute favorite for me. ~Judy
Login to Reply
Date: 1/14/2018 8:14:00 AM
An amazing description, Jonathan. Stepping forward into the glow, without fear - this is how I hope it will be. No more fear, no pain, just release. Very powerful poem.
Login to Reply
Date: 1/14/2018 8:00:00 AM
Wow... My friend is back with an excellent poem.. How ironic, I was listening to 'who wants to live forever', whilst reading your poem.. This one touched my heart, because I have been there... Stay strong Jonathan... Always keep the hope.. I am going to fave this one..
Login to Reply
O.J. Hunt Avatar
Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/15/2018 10:48:00 PM
Ironic you were listening to Queen and 'Who wants to live forever'(I love that song) for this poem is royal indeed. If I wrote this piece I would be numb for a month:-)
Date: 1/13/2018 5:07:00 PM
Spellbinding. I love it Jonathan. Fave for me xo
Login to Reply
Date: 1/13/2018 1:45:00 PM
You made me cry. Returned such memories as if they just occurred. This is such an emotionally heart wrenching yet tender, love inspired write. God bless.
Login to Reply