This poem was written as a challenge from Poet's United Midweek Motif. It is the result of the Famous, Infamous, Un-Birthday challenge.
"Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities." -- Dr. Seuss
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| A picture of time flying. From an article on Edudemic. |
Silver streaks the sky of blue
Another year through and through
But alas this isn't the day it all ends
For this is where the real story begins
Reaching like a child unto the heavens
Make a wish upon a star as it glimmers
Rush forth through the air with upmost
glee
And wander into the world in which your
were three.
The longer it takes you to blow out
that flickering candle
The longer you will live to cross those
white sands in sandles
Stop
Appreciate all the graying hairs left
on your head
For one day you most assuredly will be
dead
And everything will move in reverse
As it goes in this universe
Memories all the same
Or so we'd wish
As time begins
To diminish
Instead.
Thought for the Reader: What will you do with the time you have?
I think we have to be thankful for each day, even though there are silver streaks in the sky of blue. We can make a wish on the stars, but I think we have to do some working to make the wish come true. And yes, appreciate the grey hairs on one's head....as long as they continue to grow, one isn't dead. Smiles! And as for your question, Kenn, I will live each day.....trying to find joy and to bring joy to others, as I can.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the wonderful comment. I too try to bring joy to those I write for. That is my calling I think.
DeleteI love this clever rhyme...hmm what to do with time...remember it is finite maybe...a fine write!
ReplyDeleteTime is on a 2D surface, but lives within a 3D world. Like gravity there is no way to manipulate it, but people find plenty of good use of it.
DeleteOr not! Interesting to think of it as 2D and 3D - thank you for exercising my grey matter
DeleteNeat how you see time increase and then decrease visibly in your poem, conflate endings and beginnings, and see silver in sky and hair. We are part of a wondrous cycle, and in many ways we give time back to from where it came.
ReplyDeleteNever looked at us giving back to time in that way. Thanks for the insight Susan.
DeleteI like "this is where the real story begins". And the format is very cool.
ReplyDeleteI thought the format was a nice little touch.
DeleteTime is a good topic. It spins by and we waste so much of it until we get to the end when we realise that each moment is precious...too precious to waste on negativity.
ReplyDeleteExactly. Of course there is no escaping it, but we can try our best to make do with the time we have.
DeleteLive you life to the fullest, this clearly is the theme here. Why not? For nothing could be worse than being miserable when there is just so much to do.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Did you mean for the line "For one dead you most assuredly will be dead" to read
"For one day..."?
Yeah that was a typo, thanks for pointing it out. I'll have to go and change it real quick. And yes live your life to the fullest.
DeleteTime - relative category...now we got accelerated so past/present/future got squeezed in one moment....there are less and less time to think what/when to do, so we will be guided by heart if we choose at any time...and being dead - might be very relative category too, if we could learn how to morph easily into another form....so many people still exist - "dead" already, living their lives in auto mode....
ReplyDeleteI see so many people out there that are living dull and dead lives. All they do is work, work, work, and they are missing the wonderful things around them. Balance is a key thing in living.
DeleteThank you for this Ken. I believe what you say, and strive not to waste time, yet there are many moments that I know could be better spent. Your lovely poem served as a good reflection for me.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that it helped you out Myrna. Sometimes it is hard to keep a balanced life, but it is that we keep trying that matters.
DeleteAppreciate each day and never stop appreciating the beauty around.
ReplyDeleteVery true Moonie. I've learned to respect all the simple things in life, and that has kept me quite content every single day. Sure there are times I wish I could do something extravagant, but sometimes we don't have the needs to do so. So I like the smaller things. Thanks for stopping by and reading. :)
DeleteGreat poem, celebratory while still morbid.
ReplyDeleteGot to have a balance in life. There are some good things that come from morbidness.
DeleteI'm not afraid of growing older, but I am scared of the thought of losing my memory, which is something that follows many elder people. Three generations of women in my family. The thought of being in line for Alzheimer scares me to death!
ReplyDeleteHere's a link for a poem I wrote about it, where you can also hear me. Not that it will make much difference...
http://anexerciseonexisting.blogspot.com.br/2014/02/on-boat-headed-north-down-waters-of.html
Kiss.
One thing I've learned from Edgar Allan Poe is that embracing the fact that we all are going to pass on someday helps ease the fear of it all. Might help that I have experienced some close encounters with death personally. So in some ways I can be morbid because of those experiences without any regrets.
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