an old man is an island
reduced to himself
to the hard wretched crags
and the desolate soil of aging
cut off from his yesterdays
oceans of time
span the distance
to lands of his life
to his people and places
and purpose of days
the long continent
built with his hands and his heart
hides behind the horizon
hull down lie his passions
the memories made
while engaging the world
joyous peaks barely visible
under the edge
of a shriveling sky
he is far from the knell
of the funeral bell
yet can’t help but hear it
a resonance inside his bones
tolling tolling
the clang of his name
the interior noise
of his personal pain
thrumming nerves
to the terrible tock
of a terminal clock
and it all comes to pass
without stirring
the powerful surface of time
from its heaving
no slightest disturbance
diminishes
mountains and valleys
who ebb and then flow
by cold breath of the moon
and it all comes to pass
quite apart from the main
never troubling
the uninvolved
indifferent minds of
the rest of mankind
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No Man Is an Iland by John Donne
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man
is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;
if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe
is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as
well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine
owne were; any mans death diminishes me,
because I am involved in Mankinde;
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Some may say Donne should have died much sooner. Regardless, he may never die, or should he. Donne allowed his soul to pour out in his published words. One can not read Donne an be unaffected by his vision and insights.
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thank you for sharing your learned observations
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Absolutely..and then we are left with the One…
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some days, that article of faith seems dim and distant
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I understand that, but even when that seems distant, the One is there
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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What a profound take on Donne’s sonnet! Salute you, sir!
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thank you most kindly
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Brilliant, I was so moved and swept away in the moment of your words.
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thank you for your most gracious comment
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Yes!
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appreciate the affirmation
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This is a poem where one must use ‘awesome’
to describe it!
Super!
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I appreciate that more than you know – many thanks
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Keenly in tune with the realities of longevity . . . And beautifully penned . . .
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appreciate your kind words
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Profound
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thanks kindly
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My absolute pleasure.
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Wonderful interplay between your poem and Donne’s. You have a way of making aging come alive.
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thank you for your kind comments, ina
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