Someone once told me that life is more
than eating, fucking, and sleeping.
Foolishly, I failed to ask for proof.
But now, having held death
and smelled death a time or two,
I know the truth.
Life is nothing more
than eating, fucking, and sleeping
from the first breath to the last;
beyond that
is beyond that
that we can grasp.
For Izy's prompt at Real Toads
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Thursday, April 30, 2015
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
27 comments:
Eating, fucking, sleeping and writing a poem or two. Your closing lines, very effective use of two that's in a row.
I think you've found the core and importance of life,
As always, you totally nail it. This just could not be said any better.
This punch in the gut felt good.
I like the way you think, MZ!. Bravo.
The absolute truth!!! And when you can't do any or all of those, it's over. Great poem.
i wrestled with this phrase myself one summer. all the stuff in between is piddly but I think holy as well. ah, but what do any of us really know? right?
Right! If you eat with gusto, fuck with passion, you'll no choice but to sleep soundly!
Thanks and love to Mama Zen
from Buddah Moskowitz
Hey MZ---I think it is very hard to go through a death or two, and can make one feel rather low. This is effective certainly, but I tend to disagree---not so much with the summation of beyond that, but you know, life--there's an awful just walking around, and of course (unfortunately) trying to make money. Still, thanks, MZ--you are always terrific even at most mordant. k.
I love this part:
"beyond that
is beyond that"
I think the hidden title is either "Life is more(s)" or "Life is smores." ;)
Well done. You took the words right out of my mouth.
beyond that
is beyond that
that we can grasp.... well, and that should be etched in stone.
I love the condensed meaning here, MZ...always rocking the brevity!
Well, that's telling us! :-D
Bravo! and yet I sense that "it" is there.
Loved the punch in this poem..!
Congratulations on making it through April..! :D
Lots of love
xoxo
fuck yea! love this , MZ. ~
One might expect more mysticism from someone calling herself Mama Zen!
I like the way you used "beyond that" consecutively but differently.
Is this poem available as a cross-stitched pillow? I too enjoyed the wind down of "beyond that" and I also liked the your phrasing of knowing and smelling death--two distinct things, yes? Well done and viva la!!!
Right on! If we can manage the "eating, fucking, and sleeping" happily, the rest of the living bit will fall into place.
Wise.
Yes, you left off writing.
Beyond that....dismal thoughts for a sunny morning.
I love the chance to visit the beyond~
As your final words for this April, you provide the knock-out blow!
It has been a month of extraordinary poetry, but none so affecting as I have read in your space.
Thanks, MZ.
Every once in a while... a moment of truth. Strong write.
Well done.
This is all there is in this life of ours and the rest is just the trimmings.
Anna :o]
Well, I guess we are ahead, then.
Get congrats on your April efforts! So great!
Hang on tight, 'cause what's coming to you is outstanding, you can't believe now, ,but i KNOW IT, I'VE SEEN IT, and its beauty and LOVE will blow you away !!!! ok catch up eventually
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