Just a Thought

 Do moments create?

 

Do they flow, like a river,

to a great sea

of something?

 

Life?

 

What happens when?

 

Do we master moments,

or mold under their weight?

 

The current of our lives must be rushing

toward

something.

Forward into

the mouth of a great unknown.

 

But that cannot be true.

 

How many coincidences before

one may concede a plan?

 

Maybe not a mouth of unknown.

Rather, a heart that beats

our moments, our lives,

drawing us nearer--

Crying to us to see its Truth.

Its blood is our river.

The sea our home.

 

It is this Beat

that creates;

that swirls us into being--personality,

Soul.

 

A pattern?

 

Just a thought,

as the world melts together

and screams as one,

 

"Why?"

 

The heart beats. 

Reviews

[Gordon Greene]

How many coincidences before
one may concede a plan?
I love this poem!
I'm not sure you were going where I took you to be going... but my mind took me to the Creator.

A Pattern?
It don't all happen by accident. As you said How many coincidences?
I'm just glad I'm not a scientist. I would prefer my mind not be so clouded by supposition and hypothesis that I deny the evident truths.

Did I say I love this?
Gordon

[E. Maggard]

Life?

What happens when?"

- Sorry my computer hates me... don't know what happened there-

Back to reviewing...

I liked that line because the question was left hanging, as life often is- it is what you make it, or what it throws at you. This was a great poetical (and if that's not a word it should be) study of the strange thing called life, in that it didn't demand, it didn't forces flowery fancy metaphors- it gently inquired.
Lovely.

[E. Maggard]

Your brain is likely an interesting place to bee. This poem was outside the box- My favorite line was (drunmroll please...):
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[Me]

Very thought provoking.

How many coincidences before
one may concede a plan?

Brilliant line.

But what if the current is not rushing us into something but rather carrying us into everything and nothing, together? As I said, very much thought provoking; very philosophical. This poem does what good poems do...inspire the reader to think. Nicely done.