Wednesday, January 09, 2008

....and in the end,
it falls the same.

one breath
left.

one blink remains.

the best to
hope for,

all things the same,


your hand to hold

as I
drift away.


Note- This was written for Poets Who Blogs. The prompt was Comfort.

7 comments:

S. Thomas Summers said...

title? i'll return. like the simple/crisp language.

STP said...

A definite peacefulness to this poem with a warm feeling as it closes.

paisley said...

the comfort that comes from familiarity.. a hand available to be held... lovely.....

"my destiny"

janetleigh said...

In so few words you create an unforgettable image, Sara. One breath, on blink.. I get a sense of finality..drifting off into endless sleep, like a snapshot of one's last minutes on death bed. I'm sorry to be so morbid, Sara. (Perhaps my mother's upcoming surgery is bothering me more than I'd like to admit.)

Poetmeister...on the road to Parnassus

mariacristina said...

This poem reminds me of when I was sick, and it felt so nice to fall asleep with my head in my husband's lap.

You brought me to that place with a beautiful simplicity of words.

S. Thomas Summers said...

where ya been? hope all is well.

janetleigh said...

Just stopping by to see if you have something new up. Hope you're doing okay..:)

janetleigh

Poetmeister...on the road to Parnassus