You-Me-Us, a Measure of Infinity
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It is so true that time waits for no one, but neither does it stop for any of us either. No, I am not presupposing some religious-oriented eternity, but the posthumous consciousness to which I have often referred in my poems over the past ten years. I will, by the way, be posting far fewer poems from now on as I need to put together revised editions of my poetry collections to eventually post online. I am 74 now and have been living with prostate cancer – among other health issues -since 2011. While I continue to look on the bright side of life, I would like readers to be able to access my poems should Google ever delete my blogs and/or the Grim Reaper come calling sooner rather than later. (Well, you never know…)
rank or station, ours to make of as we will,
in mixed pleasures long after they have gone;
[This poem appears on both poetry blogs.]
Labels: death, human nature, human spirit, LGBT, life forces, memories, mind-body-spirit, nature, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, relationships, society, time
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