The In Betweens~

The In Betweens~

A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

 

Between the first beat of the heart

And the last

The story nestles into the bones

So that when they lay the woman on the pyre

The smoke will carry every tale

To a heaven she never believed in

 

A wise one once said

If it cannot be disproved

It’s possible

 

I wonder

When I finally bend knees

As I sift through her ash

Will there be a godling next to me

Tracing her calligraphy

Into the sky

 

One never knows

What dreams may come

Between the last heartbeat

And the first breath

 

Auntie always said,

Infants are cranky

Because they still remember

The other story in their bones

Before the inhale

And the exhale

Begins to write them anew

 

 

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© 2011 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


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its a ritual in hinduism that people are put upon the pyre after the death. i have been to many such occasions and my mind had similar queries about life like in your poem. others things in life make very little sense then; death is the only universal truth it seems.
how eloquently you potrayed this feeling. loved reading this one. thank you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Mystical thoughts about babies. I wonder if they really do hold the thoughts of the universe. A collision of birth and death, with a twinge of life.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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i love the in betweens - so much to identify and keep secret in the in betweens :) - i love the transition line by line - sensual and insightful

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

its a ritual in hinduism that people are put upon the pyre after the death. i have been to many such occasions and my mind had similar queries about life like in your poem. others things in life make very little sense then; death is the only universal truth it seems.
how eloquently you potrayed this feeling. loved reading this one. thank you.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Selene, all i can say is this is sheer genius. The very last stanza really grabbed me. Theres a sense of peace in the tone of this poem. I just love it!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I wonder
When I finally bend knees
As I sift through her ash
Will there be a godling next to me
Tracing her calligraphy
Into the sky


One never knows
What dreams may come
Between the last heartbeat
And the first breath


Auntie always said,
Infants are cranky
Because they still remember
The other story in their bones
Before the inhale
And the exhale
Begins to write them anew

Oh geez Selene, you know that not only will you never disappoint me, but that you will always blow me away with how brilliant your mind and heart is.

You are just too, too, incredible. That was just gorgeous personified.
Antonio

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

ahh, what a delightful explanation of the assumed causality...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this. Love the questions it asks.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow! Selene, this is sheer genius in my eyes. Full circle....love the lines,
"Will there be a godling next to me
Tracing her calligraphy
Into the sky"
This is excellent....I simply love it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I loved the mystical quality of this. A most magical poem, transporting the reader and the soul to another realm. Beautiful!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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