I’ve just written to a friend and said
‘I’ve just written a poem
which I would have given my life
to have written.’…
and then sat and looked at
what I’d written –
wondering whether
that was what I really meant..
(and, faintly, contemplating
whether a thunderbolt
straight from Justice central
might strike me there and then…)
or whether I’d retreated into
some private world of self-delusion..
or whether I had reached the height
of mortal bliss.. as perhaps some ‘real’ poet might…
when on the scales of life-for-life
or perhaps, eternity,
I was offering humbly, in exchange
for all I have received, all
that my soul could offer…
discarding all the burdens of the past,
disregarding any thoughts of future life,
living in the present, like a child does,
as, glorious, the present presently moves on
from freedom into freedom… tell me,
do you feel the same way too?
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-you-feel-the-same-way-too/
