What follows is not a poem yet, so I am not posting it to AMARYPOEM or two. It is just some thoughts about mortality as I consider my mother's passing and my own.
When we die, an entire universe dies with us, and no one
notices. They may see a change in their own universe. Perhaps
we are suddenly missing, a singularity of variable size.
Maybe large, maybe small, maybe shifting with time.
We could be a hole that so disrupts their universe
that it crumbles or implodes. But mostly not.
What is lost is one view, one set of memories, hopes,
dreams and fears that absolutely no one shares or can see.
Even if they were there, with us, every minute, their view
was different, their processing different, their whole universe
Also, I took the how green are you test that I saw over at In Blue Ink and got this for a result:
|You Are Grass Green|
Down to earth and a bit of a hippie, you are very into nature and the outdoors.
You accept the world and people as they are. You don't try to change things.
You are also very comfortable with yourself, flaws and all.
Optimistic about the future, you feel like life is always getting better.
To tell you the truth, I was a little disappointed in the test. (What should I expect?) It wasn't very comprehensive or deep. Which reminds me about how depressed I got yesterday walking around greater Detroit and thinking that we will NOT be able to save the world if people continue to behave the way they do--driving Huge ESCALADES and throwing their trash out the window. And more. I'm greener than the test gives me credit for, greener than most people around here, but not green enough to save the world.