Poem for d’Verse

POEM

On the day that I die

will the world end or

just me?

If I write a poem

will it die with me

or will it stay on

and let the world know

that I was here

and wrote this poem

that outlived me?

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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33 Responses to Poem for d’Verse

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Love this, Nan. I believe everything we do lives on, especially poetry. 🙂

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  2. jazzytower says:

    You will live on through your poem, I bet. I never really thought of it this way. Interesting write.

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  3. wildchild47 says:

    words linger long after memories have faded or blurred …. there is something concrete and yet entirely transient about words …. so if they are written down, or digitally stored, they are a legacy worth some weight 🙂

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  4. rothpoetry says:

    Great questions… Your poems will definitely live on!
    Dwight

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  5. SMiLes as LonGeR
    as Servers
    Serve
    you
    up you
    serve now
    with Poetry
    WiTH WiNks LongeR
    after the last and first BLiNK MoRE..:)

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  6. Nan, I feel the same way about my poetry and other writing…especially since I have no children to carry on my having been here. Life is so fragile.

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  7. I like the idea of the poem living on and representing you.

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  8. Frank Hubeny says:

    Good questions. It is amazing that we are here at all and able to write anything.

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  9. Mish says:

    I believe our poetry will live on with those who treasure it. Enjoyed your pondering thoughts, Nan.

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  10. I actually think poems do live on… as long as there are readers.

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  11. susanmehr says:

    Beautiful poem. We all are born and we all will die, it’s what we do in between that lives forever. 🙂

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  12. I believe our poetry will live on even after we transition to the hereafter ☺️ Beautifully penned.

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  13. Great questions Nan – your poems will live on and I believe a part of us will always be alive too somewhere among the stars from where we once came :o)

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  14. The world will go on. For a while at least. It too has ended and begun again. A poem with it’s own rhythm. 🙂

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  15. Nan Mykel says:

    I do want another chance! Thanks.

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  16. Beverly Crawford says:

    Hey Nan. My 84th birthday is approaching, so I identify. I’d like to think what we write will live on — I am on my 30th art journal. Surely SOMEONE will want to know what our lives were like!

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  17. annell4 says:

    Interesting thoughts, I think your poems will live on…

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  18. annell4 says:

    It is the question of the poet!

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  19. annell4 says:

    Yes, I hope your poems will live forever!!!!

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