I’ve just written to a friend and said <br /> <br />‘I’ve just written a poem <br />which I would have given my life <br />to have written.’… <br /> <br />and then sat and looked at <br />what I’d written – <br />wondering whether <br />that was what I really meant.. <br /> <br />(and, faintly, contemplating <br />whether a thunderbolt <br />straight from Justice central <br />might strike me there and then…) <br /> <br />or whether I’d retreated into <br />some private world of self-delusion.. <br /> <br />or whether I had reached the height <br />of mortal bliss.. as perhaps some ‘real’ poet might… <br />when on the scales of life-for-life <br />or perhaps, eternity, <br />I was offering humbly, in exchange <br />for all I have received, all <br />that my soul could offer… <br /> <br />discarding all the burdens of the past, <br />disregarding any thoughts of future life, <br />living in the present, like a child does, <br />as, glorious, the present presently moves on <br />from freedom into freedom… tell me, <br /> <br />do you feel the same way too?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-you-feel-the-same-way-too/
