Metamorphosis

Lately my body has been speaking to me in a new language. This is another epiphany, reality once more catching me unawares. How is it that this knowledge comes to me by revelation? If it was woven into the collective warp and weave, I have not felt its warmth. If it was there in the Grandmother silence, I did not hear the soundless message. And so I have come to it alone, and in my own time.

My bones are moving. Why am I noticing this only now, when they have almost reached the surface layer of skin? An unseen exoskeleton of me is breaking through, emerging as the years shed the familiar.

My body sings. It tells me the secret of my pulsing blood and the rushing air in my lungs. And now I know that it is an old song, and that I love it.

More do I understand the mystery that this life, my life, is, just is.

I wrote a poem about it.

Metamorphosis

The days keep company,
the years of yore unbending.
Time’s fled, sweet history,
now grain by grain descending.

You cannot keep me here,
oh weary world of other.
The wind waits patiently,
the sky, the earth, the mother.

Fire, to embers glow,
the fuel of life expending.
Another light is near,
the beckoning unending.

You cannot keep me here,
o’ weary world of other.
The wind waits patiently,
the sky, the earth, the mother.

January 11, 2014, © Maggie Turner

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Quote

“I find nothing more depressing than optimism.”
Paul Fussell

[Optimism/Pessimism – a bipolar approach to philosophy.]

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11 Responses to Metamorphosis

  1. Bex says:

    very cool poem and interesting take on the human body.

  2. Tom McCubbin says:

    Important thoughts to think on today. Your prose and poetry complement each other.

  3. Steve-Paul says:

    Powerful.

  4. Maggie says:

    Bex and Tom and Steve-Paul, what better encouragement could there be than your words.

  5. I love the prose and poetry here, too. (I too notice changes in my body as the years go by, bluish rope-like blood vessels popping out like they’ve not done before.) All part of the process…

  6. Your thoughts transport me to a community of The Shared – I can’t explain it any better. Your poem’s honesty is a downy comfort. xoxo

  7. Maggie says:

    Joan, is it not grand that we have the years to experience this process!

  8. Maggie says:

    Well said Reenie!

  9. Sandra says:

    Your excellent poem engenders in me feelings of a little sadness tinged with acceptance and wonder.

  10. Maggie says:

    It is the wonder you describe that mesmerizes me as I grow older, Sandra. The sadness comes into play because these are things I knew once, before words, and had forgotten.

  11. Yes! Sadness is present in your words, but then you deliver comfort in acceptance & wonder. My first reaction was one of sadness.