Thursday, September 20, 2012

Flash


8 September 2012

Put briefly and succinctly –
I am not used to being old.
Then could this be the reason for
My writing verses to uncover
Prosaic truth?

I’ll die – agreed!
Before then, all my faculties,
My readiness to talk, to write,
To ponder if and when and how,
Will disappear.

I speculate
There’ll be that flash of truth
Albeit brief, illume my mind,
And I will see connections, consequences …
I’ll have that flash and then I’ll die
And cannot tell!

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