Cycle of Life

It was just a moment,
wheels spun in the air,
the earth, she hugged you close,
and the cycle of life
rode on without a sigh.

You would have just
been a stranger,
framed by my window,
for a fraction of time.

But now,
they lay those flowers
where you fell,
you have a scent,
a name,
a face,
you mix with the
light and the breeze;
a part of you
has seeped in
through the panes,
to ride the trails
forever,
with me.

Reacting to a fatal hit-and-run on a city street.
27/5/15: Linked to Dverse Poets
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38 thoughts on “Cycle of Life

    1. Thanks Gabriella.. I witnessed it second hand..was on the phone with a friend who saw the accident from his window at work. Then he sent me a picture of the flowers and the impromptu memorial…that’s what inspired the poem. Don’t know where the biker was headed, but felt a wave of sadness at an unnecessary life lost.

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  1. There is a dark beauty, giving me an air of Miss Dickinson, in the treatment of death here. It’s difficult to call it lovely, so gentle and compassionate must suffice. Very moving poem,

    AB

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  2. Life happens when we least expect and even though we may not have known the person we can be impacted by their passing. Even if for a moment we take a small piece of them with us. So did the biker get hit by a car? What a mess. I watched that happen once.

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  3. This is very moving. Interesting how this person who before had been an unknown to many is now known to many. I always wonder about those little flower memorials. I wonder if that person was known as much in life as he / she was in his/her death. Yes, the name and the face is recognized now. Immortalized really in such a tragic way.

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    1. Thank you Mary.. wondering based on what you said, if people place flowers on strangers’ memorials because they realize then that the lottery of unnatural death could swing their way just as easily..maybe a shared fear and understanding in that moment of needless tragedy. Maybe…

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  4. it happens way too often and we have too many people dying on the road – i can imagine that even if you don’t know the person it is traumatic to be witness of an accident like that

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  5. I like your phrase, /the lottery of unnatural death/, because yes, we all balance on the precipice, & could tumble into oblivion at any moment. I once witnessed a young child get hit by a car in a cross walk. Many of us had stopped, but one car sped around the outside lane & struck the child. Those images stay with you forever.

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  6. These lines make the whole poem, to my mind:
    You would have just
    been a stranger,
    framed by my window,
    for a fraction of time.

    But now,
    they lay those flowers
    where you fell,
    you have a scent,
    a name…
    That instant when tragedy turns someone from a stranger to a person we feel some connection with.

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  7. it always interests me that when something happens close to home, it seems much more real than…”oh well…that happened a long ways from here”. Life is life, no matter how close or far, but something about a close encounter with a tragedy like this just seems so much more traumatic. Powerful write!

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