Poem : Sometimes


Sometimes there comes over me
(In response to known or unknown stimuli)
A certain, restless joy
That makes me want to unbody
My soul and set it free
So that it may jump and skip and see
(In tandem with other souls, maybe)
The wildness
Of a wordless ecstasy.


A poem from sometime in 2016.

A feeling of this kind is perhaps one of the pinnacles of the human experience. But sometimes – only sometimes – and, usually, oh-so-fleeting.

Note: The use of the word ecstasy – instead of rhapsody, say, or some other word – is deliberate and refers to its very origins.

ecstasy (n.)

1. late 14c., extasie “elation,” from Old French estaise “ecstasy, rapture,” from Late Latin extasis, from Greek ekstasis “entrancement, astonishment, insanity; any displacement or removal from the proper place,” in New Testament “a trance,” from existanai “displace, put out of place,” also “drive out of one’s mind” (existanai phrenon), from ek “out” (see ex-) + histanai “to place, cause to stand,” from PIE root *sta- “to stand, make or be firm.”

2. Late Middle English (in ecstasy (sense 2)): from Old French extasie, via late Latin from Greek ekstasis ‘standing outside oneself’, based on ek- ‘out’ + histanai ‘to place’.

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