#303 of 365 – “mortality’s knot”

“mortality’s knot”

 

 

climbing the air

like bricks and stones

 

looking for prayers

to wrap ‘round my bones

 

as threads of time

tangle my thought

 

and twist space

into mortality’s knot

 

 

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Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #303 of 365 – “mortality’s knot”

  1. pi314chron says:

    With Google’s help, I found the phrase “mortality’s knot” in “Pilgrim’s Progress,” in a section on Purgatory. Is your poem related to Purgatory in some way? I have no key to unlock this one.

    • Blackbird says:

      Only in the sense that when I let thinking about time tangle me up(time I’ve wasted, time I have left, etc.) and I start thinking about my own mortality and the fear of not accomplishing enough(whatever that is) and being remembered or forgotten…the space I exist in gets all twisted into a big knot(along with my stomach)…and I can’t move. So I get to climbing the walls, climbing the air, trying to pray, trying to be ok. Guess this one was a little out there…

      • pi314chron says:

        I understand but was “mortality’s knot” a phrase you had read and subconsciously remembered, or did you come up with the phrase independently? No biggie, just curious! 🙂

      • Blackbird says:

        Independently…never heard of “Pilgrim’s Progress.” Sorry if I went off into a long unnecessary thesis. 😉

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