Saturday, December 26, 2009

Dear Life

This poem was written by Erin of the In Through the Back Door blog

what it is about

it is to stop
and recognize

what is passing
that is what writing is about

i could live a thousand years
but to live them
and have them pass
as highway beneath my ass
without ever looking

that would mean nothing

or i could live one day

on a hill
and touch the grass
and watch the sky

and look upon the birds
and feel the breeze
and touch my breast
and then to write of that
-that one day-

that would amount to more
than the thousand years