What If
What if we stood now
On an empty stage
In the silhouette of a former fame
In a theater long vacated,
What if this life were naught
But the echo
Of a former incarnation
And those that passed
Had simply recognized the farce
Do I stand now on the precipice
Between two worlds?
A ghost at twilight mourning?
*
What if this life were training
For an interstellar war?
What if I suffered now
That I might later serve
Some heroic purpose?
What then would be the reward
Or would it exist solely
In the eminence of my deeds?
Why must we receive
In order to do that
Which is natural to our hearts?
Is love not its own reward?
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What if there was a heaven
In which only
The most curious flowers
Bloomed
Would I find shelter
In such a curious garden?
Or am I ash…
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sorry i tried posting on your newest poem and it would not let me so i was trying to see if it worked…what an opening stanza on that one…like a punch in the gut…the sewing shadows in the sole of your shoes was quite a line as well…arresting photo too…ugh…hard piece…
Thank you Brian I am sorry its giving you trouble let me know if problems persists.
This is a poem that I’d like to print out and pin up somewhere. Thought provoking and evocative. I loved this!
Awww thanks Bianca =)