The Us & We


I'm so naked

in my age;

so ruthlessly vulnerably strong,

that any open truth wells up

to fill my eyes;

any spacious minds,

through poems, books, shopping centers,

hospitals or mountains

rise through me

like waves of the ocean

with neither night nor day in sight,

the us and we of existence standing

like a totem in the jungle

of my youth and old age:


My mother's smile at 95,

and the Dalai lama's laughter bursting

out of Dharamshala



On the other side of me

stand I,

with the wind and light

through foliages,



Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-03-21 at 09:47

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A really interesting poem. Trying to describe the dichotomy of those two states of being is very difficult. I especially like " My mother's smile at 95,/and the Dalai lama's laughter bursting/out of Dharamshala". Are you looking inside my head?
Blessings, Allen