Unexpectedly

Paint roses, blossoms, and vines on your jeans.

Dance on a picnic table in the rain.

Read Plath, Frost, Salinger, and Kerouac.

Ask a butterfly to sit on the knuckle of your finger.

And when the sun sets, imagine it's the last time...

because it could be.

We are all the same, doing what we do...

until we don't... unexpectedly.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Some people are gone before their time, while others linger too long. But what we all have in common is that for the most part the end will be abrupt, without a best before date or a date on the calender to hold us to.
It's partly why I don't believe in diets. Can you imagine knowing that cottage cheese would be the last thing you ate, or that you were deemed too ill to eat pizza?
Diets are only for people that don't realise that healthy living doesn't add a few extra years like when you were eighteen. They are for people who don't realise it will only prolong your nursing home, adult diaper years.
So go on, have that bit of gateaux and when the unexpected comes, hope the taste of its choccy goodness is still in your mouth!
😃

[Relic]

lol good comment, Lorry. :)

[Pryde Foltz]

This poem starts so softly, from blossoms to butterflies, given over to trust knuckles. But then your words hit hard and the reader feels the push to confront the loss of that butterfly and blossoms in the setting sun.


Powerful write. Wonderful to have you back, Relic:)

[Relic]

Thank you, Pryde. And thanks for the comment.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

A very powerful and meaningful write, my friend. We are all the same frightened children walking towards the cemetery, whistling in the dark.

[Relic]

Sadly so. Thanks, Fabian.

[Chris Shaw]

Make every minute count because we really don’t know what the future holds. Beautiful images here Tim and the vulnerability comes through to this reader. Sunsets can come round all too quickly for some. Happy holidays.

Chris

[Relic]

I appreciate your comment, Chris. Thanks, and happy holidays to you and yours.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

loved this. the first line reminded me of the time my friend Ben dropped acid and fingerpainted his jeans for four hours. there's something about adapting a pair of jeans that describes youth so well. yet as we enjoy these days, you throw in a curve ball: 'And when the sun sets, imagine it's the last time...' i loved this line. a reminder that life is short and that feeling joy in this blink of an existence is all that there is. a beautiful sunset, reading our favourite authors, dancing in the rain. that's life.

[Relic]

Great comment. Thanks, Ern.

[carl]

Unexpectedly yes, and without fail "we all disappear." I'm going to write a piece on " Then We Disappear" I like the spectrum of items you included in doing what we do - Nice piece of work - good thoughts - carl

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Carl.

[John the Baptist]

Indeed, any of us could be in a store when active shooter breaks bad.

[Relic]

Ha, anything is fair game these days, John.
Thanks.