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Ten Seconds In Front Of A Mirror
by Dan KastenI swear I look older thanks to years of living life like a fool
I was spooked less by the house that caught fire behind me last week
than by the realization that my fate is now completely in the hands of a stranger
my God delivers blessings in small unmarked paper bags
some call it fate, others yell “dead man walking” from behind their bottles
my conversations with the Founder are more personal now
and require less space to fill, which bothers me because I want to need more
if my eyes donÂ’t open soon, I feel that all I know to be true will dissolve and
I will only be able to confide in the wolves at my door. 10/05/2007 Author's Note: “Disaster is disaster no matter what language you drag it through.”
I have held onto this poem for over six months. It wasn’t until the house behind mine caught fire last week did it all come into place…
Posted on 10/06/2007
Copyright © 2025 Dan Kasten
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/06/07 at 03:55 AM A dramatic poem, with dramatic realizations. I love that the fire set you off into the completion. It is amazing how things lock in and resolve. The simultaneous realization and event, seemingly disconnected, but--the hearfelt connection made, the creative work progresses, provideing self- realizing expression. You feel the wear of time and forced abandonment of control. This is life..the part all our imaginative art cannot press into...but maybe beyond. And this is what will make you look younger. (Just a guess...) Wonderful engagement with what life gives us forth. Disaster is (even in my positve view) inevitable--but the finding of what is even beyond "true" just in an individual, experiential sense-- keeps those wolves at bay. And that fire in the background. The spook gives us the kind of creative power that this poem is made of. |
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