Sunday, September 25, 2011

Here & Now

Here and now,
while gone and later.
Skin, strong bones
give way to dust.

Brave, bold eyes
soon hollow sockets
without gaze or
wonderment.

I feel my cartilage
retract. Hairline
pulling back
to skull.

The essence
and the body
now some marker
on an unkempt lawn.


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11 comments:

  1. JessSunday, September 25, 2011 at 4:49:00 AM EDT

    Aqui y ahora, hey been do you remember me?
    I had open the blog again!:) http://enamoramientoprolongado.blogspot.com/
    One kiss, I have joined your blog a lot

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  2. Ben DittySunday, September 25, 2011 at 4:55:00 AM EDT

    I do! :) Glad to see you're back!

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  3. KristalleSunday, September 25, 2011 at 6:02:00 AM EDT

    Awww!! :)
    Love post!!
    kisses!

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  4. MarionSunday, September 25, 2011 at 9:47:00 AM EDT

    "Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin' into the future...." ~Steve Miller Band, "Fly Like An Eagle" (1976)

    I want to be cremated and planted in the roots of a tree so I'll come back as a tree. I hope it works. LOL! Great write, Ben!!

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  5. AnonymousSunday, September 25, 2011 at 11:17:00 AM EDT

    Bravo!

    Second half was especially well done.

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  6. Ben DittySunday, September 25, 2011 at 2:01:00 PM EDT

    Ainnoa: Thank you. Just followed your blog :)

    Marion: I like your annotations and date. You remember so much. But I thought for sure you'd come back as a dragonfly or moonflower ;)

    Jack: I wanted to split it up the parts between personal and impersonal. Glad it resonates.

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  7. Maria SonduleMonday, September 26, 2011 at 9:48:00 AM EDT

    I like this one. Right now in psychology we're talking about the thoughts of people with depression, and this sort of adds a new dimension to your poem. It's like the person with depression sees him/herself as someone here and gone at the same time. The difference comes in whether someone sees only himself like this or the entire human race.

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  8. MarionMonday, September 26, 2011 at 10:55:00 AM EDT

    Ben, I thought of dragonfly or flower...but they're too ethereal. If I'm a tree, the dragonflies can rest in my branches and the Moonflowers can climb my trunk. You see, I've given this a lot of thought. LOL!

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  9. Bethe77Monday, September 26, 2011 at 10:13:00 PM EDT

    Makes me think of my aging process that isnt fun! Really good write love it!
    Sorry about the delete.
    Blessing

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  10. ShaunaMonday, September 26, 2011 at 11:55:00 PM EDT

    subtle & well-written - time the ultimate
    femme fatale.

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  11. Ben DittyTuesday, September 27, 2011 at 2:25:00 AM EDT

    Maria: Great insight :)

    Marion: My only problem with being a tree is being so stationary.

    Bethe: Aging's just another word for living. The process is a journey.

    Shauna: It really is ;)

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