Poetry Thursday- Cliche'

This week we are to choose a cliche' and let the meaning of the cliché (or clichés) be the stimulus for a poem. I chose "Time is a cure" and Mary Oliver's poem nailed this cliche' for me. My ALS has given me time to heal from the fear of death, which could have broken me . I feel my acceptance of ALS has been a cure for my spirit.

CREATE A CONNECTION PHOTO THURSDAY
Time will also FIND a cure, which fits in with "Create a Connection's" theme of "Find."

When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

By Mary Oliver