But, for the grace of God…..
Alone today,
I stand at the sink
after coffee and toast.
Through residual pushable pain
and fringes of greyness,
I’m drawn to the bubbling warmth,
to the sheeting minor waterfalls,
to the movements of my own hands and arms.
I don’t know it right away,
but I am smiling.
For I have seen death,
and have shaken its hand.
But still,
here I stand.
Categories
Lee Dunn View All
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.
Hugs ❤
LikeLike
So glad, sincerely glad, you are still standing. Still “above the sods” as a friend of mine puts it. and still sharing your unique writing with the world. I thank you for that and for all the kindnesses you give. Have a blessed weekend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank the universe! You are still standing!
LikeLiked by 1 person