Sunday, June 12, 2016

futility of life

moments come and pass,
i stop to think about them,
they’re moments of fondness,
nostalgia creates a memory

i dwell, 'not', upon the memory 
for then i cease creating present 
moments and my heart beats 'not' 
of life but in the cessation of it

i look down and feel the grass
between my toes, i smell the lavender
nearby, my eyes are given pleasure
from the lily, the jonquil, the iris,

cardinals whistle for each other,
blue-jays and black birds caw,
the robins have taken nesting
for the warm has come north

as i breathe this moment, though,
as my heart flutters at this piece of life
the beating heart is fragile, feeling
anguish by the loss of souls too young
taken by angry voices, ugly hands

17 comments:

  1. Yes, there are too many lost WAY too young!

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  2. P.S. I corrected the incorrect link you first posted in Poets United.

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  3. the serenity of nature is too often broken by spectres of violence that haunt us without end.

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  4. Your last two lines are a poem all by themselves. And I echo its cry.

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  5. Sitting and listening to the news make me long to feel the grass between my toes.

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  6. as i breathe this moment, though,
    my heart flutters at this piece of life...

    I really felt what these lines imply as I read your poem.

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  7. Beautiful, Marco......I know the duality of appreciating the gift of life's beauty, at the same time being aware of the horrors going on elsewhere. Bitter/sweet.

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  8. I go to nature to forget this ugliness...and it happened again today. Such sadness beautifully evoked in your poem!

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  9. It is bitter-sweet for sure...your lines about nature are so beautiful. Thank you!

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  10. It is bitter-sweet for sure...your lines about nature are so beautiful. Thank you!

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  11. Memories are precious for many of us but the turn of sadness in the poem of the loss of younger ones clearly is the reason for this where the pain of those memories stays with us us to the end. What a beautiful but poignant poem this is.

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  12. While nature goes about its way unprompted one can't help but feel sorry for those in sadness. Unlike nature the memories linger on!

    Hank

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  13. You remind me how fragile life is~ Memories linger, as the ripple of sadness spreads outward! You always take nature and give us this turn of joy and sadness. You have a gift! Thank you, for visiting my Ode to Tea~ I am cautious about xo with men. I wouldn't want your wife to get upset. My husband was once, when a man left me xo~ @>------------ Thank you, for your kindness! You make me-miss poetry!

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  14. my wife knows that a large portion of those who share in this blog are women from all over the world. our sharing with one another in heart-felt thoughts and soul is not a concerning area between my wife and myself. my words i share are me as i am in the same outside this venue of writ. gracias, for visiting. please continue

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