DocAndersen
It
and that can be clearly held by
cupping your hand over your ear
to hold it dearly close.
it
lies beyond. We reach for
a handle
or a foothold to push
or pull
it does not move/
Does that matter?
Or is it meant to
immovable
stand beckoning us
to the edge
hands cupped
on ears that cannot hear
wondering now
what lies beyond?
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Have you ever stood and wondered what lay beyond?
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Yes
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No
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Lovely poetry and I for one know that beyond are all the ones I long for and want to someday meet again. Through the loss of my husband I have traveled up beyond and I know it is a completely other world and everything is in a different dimension.
it is truly a journey. I like the thought that each of us finds a path and on our path we receive tokens. When we are again together we can compare the many tokens and smile.
Mmmm, yes, indeed I have. Nicely done Doc! I hope I don’t find out anytime soon!
the great beyond, yes, that is one that looms for all
Beautiful poem, thanks for sharing
thank you, sometimes we have to get things out into the universe!
You put it nicely, my friend … I wondered many times what was over there and I never came up with a smart answer
what lies on the other side is always a question. There is always another side!
You are absolutely right … there is always another side, dear friend
there is, sometimes when we close the door the window opens.
You know my mind goes there often. I have to slow it down sometimes. Nicely written Doc.
that poem was a tribute to the friend I lost shortly after high school graduation.
Very well done, I remember now you talked about this.
that is a good memory, I don’t talk about it very often. It has been a long time since I even thought about him, it still hurts.
Sorry, when we love and lose, the pain is forever.
it really is, we were very close. I miss hearing him laugh.