BIRD IN THE CAGE
I'm catching premonitions
in the corner of my
eyesight
like fallen stars, graciously cold
my fingertips found a teardrop
under my skin –
cells made of me,
like my brain or bones
I knew it as mine – yet a stranger it has become
grabbing me by the hand, leaving me searching...
for the
last breath
some force sweeping us into eternity
then we tumble down
in the last minute - we chase it
face falls down when we meet it,
the last time you say farewell
making history in these seconds
nothing standing in
the way
of becoming who you are
our lives shared
across time
and as I'll swim in the ocean
I'll remember your name
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A patient once said she found cancer in her breast, and she described it as a teardrop. Listening to Nick Cave in the late hours of a summer night made the words flow onward.
Oh, this really struck a chord, Natasa. One of my sisters is battling cancer right now. This made me weep.
ReplyDeleteso sorry to hear that...may she win the battle, and may you be there with her.
Deleteit touches the heart.
ReplyDeletePremonitions are fearful monsters. Keep a song in your heart and walk by the shadows.
ReplyDeleteHauntingly beautiful,the flow is great
ReplyDeletethe teardrop under the skin cells made of you....really cool lines...this builds really well toward a nice crescendo...the swimming in the ocean, remembering the name is a great close....cancer has touched my family greatly, my father has had over 100 operations....my uncle, my cousin...
ReplyDeletemore and more people are faced with it.. but to have like a hundred operations?! that's... takes courage.
DeleteNatasa, I have read poems of yours week after week; and this one is 'top of my list' I think. Very powerful, moving, real. The message just flows. I picture that this might have been one of those poems that kind of wrote itself, as it just seems to move so naturally. Very sad though. One which will stay with me.
ReplyDeleteindeed Mary, it is one of those.. I had the beginning lines down for a month, but it took one night, where my mind drifted and the words flew. thank you!
DeleteIllness or aging, in my case aging, conjures up more premonitions with passing years. The closing is particularly moving for me. Enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteThis is a sweet and tender and lovely way to encounter, face and get to love and accept taht all taht's ours ...ours is.
ReplyDeleteGreatly done
thank you
ReplyDeletemy fingertips found a teardrop
under my skin.................
so moving.
So tender, speaks of the gentle spirit helping one as they battle such difficult things. Just beautiful!
ReplyDeleteextremely moving poem...agonizing too.very well written.
ReplyDelete"like fallen stars, graciously cold"....so beautiful, Natasa, this poem........"I'll remember your name". Yes, you should find Women Who Run With the Wolves in your library - it is a wonderful read!
ReplyDeleteA very strong and beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteNatasha,
ReplyDeleteA most sensitive and thought evoking poem, written with a testing interlude along the journey of life. Excellent...
Eileen
a moving and lovely piece of work. the closing lines are so strong.
ReplyDeletei liked the title too, a very good metaphor.
So very dreamy and compassionate! Reading this was time well spent!
ReplyDeleteSo incredibly powerful! I can't even begin to tell you what this meant to me.
ReplyDelete:-)
ReplyDeleteI like that finding a teardrop, full of meaning ~ Lovely share ~
ReplyDeleteThat first stanza was so wonderful. The way the poem unfolded was quite the show
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