Fratres

 

Contemplating my dead – a rising number -,

resting on the sofa downstairs

under Anna's Grandma's old quilt

with Arvo Pärt's FRATRES on Spotify,

and the logs burning in the stove

with the sound of passing time

and the crackling of crematory bones,

the old, skinny cat lying on my chest,

at ease over my heart,

paws together, head raised like the Sphinx,

purring to himself in short breaths;

his closed eyes looking straight into my ditto,

in warm acceptance of the limitations of life

- and love can get no closer,

with Death practicing our lives

to ensure a smooth passage;

February's soldiers soldering each chilly moment

with ice & snow and smoky exhalations;

the birds flocking the feeders;

the day turning like a polar bear in the snow

 





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Written on 2024-02-08 at 13:20

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Necessary reply to Allen:

No worries, Allen! I feel really good. It doesn't matter, it seems, how often and much I tell people that the poems are not me. They're just speculative poetic images. You should read one book I refer to there somewhere; The Poetics of Space, by Gaston Bachelard. To my amazement I see that he describes poetry exactly the way I think of poetry. Made me really happy, because everyone else misunderstands and misinterprets. But I know my explanation here won't have any effect. And life's end is just a fact, so I circle some around that. That doesn't depress me, it's just a fact, and I suppose disguising that fact, IS the depression. I'm jolly as a fool, on my skis every day, except today, when it's too cold, which is why I threw my road bike up on the roller for an hour's swing upstairs!
2024-02-08


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I like your poetry, as you know, Ingvar, but I would not be much of a friend if I did not say that there is an increasing sense of Life's end in those of late. It worries me in case you are in fact suffering from some form of depression. Nevertheless, your narrative is, as always, intriguing and deep, and always worth the reading. Blessings, Allen
2024-02-08