Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling all around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there— Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust
Has there been a moment, time, person, event, etc. in your life that you thought and felt was so beautiful and fulfilling you would not have regretted dying after it?
Not that you would have wanted to have died, but that you would have had no regrets afterwards.
For me, there have been a few such experiences. I am a poor man in most ways, but not in having any lack of fulfilling moments in my life. The largest, fiercest, and most dangerous fire I ever fought, a fire during which I witnessed — for the first and most likely for the last time in my life — a swirling, twisting, towaring orange and white tornado made of fire. Or the first Great Love of my life, a woman as graceful in her spirit as a peregrine falcon in flight. Those instantly come to mind, and there have been others. I feel I am rich beyond any of my dreams in wondrous experiences. I would not trade them for millions.
The core theme of your poem should be some experience that struck you as so beautiful, so wondrous, or so fulfilling you would have felt your life was complete had you died after it.
(1) Your poem can be any length, and in any poetic form — including a prose poem.
(2) Please post it on your blog by 11:59 PM, Thursday, the 18th of April at the latest.
(3) If you will be so kind, include a link back to this post.
(4) If you will be even kinder, please reblog this post.
(5) Then happily grab your favorite beverage, lay back, relax, and expect soon enough a visitor (that would be me) bearing precious gifts of lavish, but sincere, gratitude for your sharing your work.