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Immortal Murmur
by Alison McKenzieBut my value cannot be measured
In dollars, nor days,
Nor will you find it
In this form called “my body”,
Nor on the cemetery’s markers.
I am vibration,
I am music.
I am flight.
I am wind.
I am grey skies, and blue.
I am earth,
And I am sea.
I am All that Is,
And the space betwixt.
I am the beheld;
I am the witness.
I am not all that you see
With those gifted eyes;
So much more than most eyes can gather,
And so much less than this representation,
Which carries my soul,
Which anchors me in gravity.
When I seem gone from you,
I am not,
Nor you from me
For it is in the timeless
Measures of experience
That love’s thread
Weaves our cores,
One into another,
Until our resonance bends
Toward eternity once again.
10/01/2011 Posted on 10/02/2011
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 10/02/11 at 10:33 AM An absolutely beautiful ode to the human spirit...and your own, Alison |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/03/11 at 12:53 AM Dittoing Ken's very words. This poem and your sweet soul are beautiful and you display that so clearly here. |
| Posted by Keith D Allison on 10/03/11 at 12:57 AM Uplifting stars, great read |
| Posted by David Maurice on 10/03/11 at 04:56 AM I like this, it's like a simple telling of vibrant truths. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/03/11 at 10:23 PM You're also one hell of a great poet. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 10/08/11 at 08:23 PM Nice, choice words,Alison...I like this alot and especially the title. :) |
| Posted by A. Reed on 10/11/11 at 12:04 AM Love the way it waxes and wanes. |
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