Poem A

Pine Ridge Nebraska

The Pine Ridge region, northwestern Nebraska

Turned Around

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Bucolic spot in the Pine Ridge area

Bucolic spot in the Pine Ridge area

Thanks to all 431 of you who visited Write Light on November 29 — my second-biggest day ever for this blog!

My dear friend and colleague Queen Jane the Easygoing and Way Smart is the person who submits my poetry and prose to periodicals and publishers. Sometimes she has difficulty choosing; I’m quite prolific.

In the next few weeks I’m going to post ten of my particular favorites — poems A through J (yes, I had to count off the letters on my fingers). I’d like your comments as we go along and, in particular, when all ten have appeared, your ranking. Which do you like best (10 points)? Least (1 point — I can’t bear the thought of getting Zero points)?

Thanks! Oh, I already said that. Well, thanks again, in advance….


Because I have been less than inches
from the chasm of unbeing,
and have been afraid that, having
nowhere else to go, I would
on purpose, accidentally,
fall in, and simply fall and fall
forever, since unbeing has no
floor; and have been rescued, and
been certain of my rescuer,
and have again felt almost-solid
earth beneath my feet; when I
had given up on earth and sky
and sun and rain and comfortable
shoes and friends and weddings; having
been as good as dead, there in that
purgatory of unbreathing,
and then being turned around,
embraced, and liberated — I
believe in miracles. For everything
is living once you have been almost
dead; and all things shine, as if their
only purpose is to serve as
a reminder of that brief and
infinite dependence on
the spirit who exhaled to give me
breath again.

* * *

5 responses

  1. Mary
    Wonderful. So many of us can look back and see times when we too were inches from that chasm…. but did not know how close we were.
    God bless you
    and welcome home. I too believe in miracles.
    Your friend,

    1. Chuck — Thank you, dear friend. There by the chasm (or, to use another metaphor, in the pit), I promised that if I ever got out I would thank God for every day I was allowed to live without being depressed, and I have never (hardly ever) broken that promise…. Mary

  2. […] us decide which poems to submit for contests and publications. Go to Write Light to comment and […]

  3. […] of my poems to submit to publications and contests, I have posted ten “possibles,” poem A through the current post, poem J. Please feel free to comment at any time, but I’d be […]

  4. I felt that. I felt the “pit” and the rise and can idenify though I do not know you. To me, that is what makes a good poem.

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