And Then ...

Some moments take our breath away.
   Leaving the hard earth where mortals dwell,
   We soar silently above it all
   Where the golden sun colors the
   Downy tops of clouds,

And then, some moments knock the breath from us.
   Like that phone call, expected or not,
   That changes your world forever.
   Just like that, someone you love is gone.
   And you feel that jolt ... and every day thereafter.

... and in between
   We toil,
   We cry
   We rest,
   We laugh.
   We breathe.

Reviews

[Tony]

Outstanding colors in the image.
The author has articulated a decidedly depressing time pretty well also.
By casting a catastrophe right in the middle of a pretty cool buzz through the clouds.

It is as uncomfortable as a funeral parlor, this poem.
I hate it.
Good work!

[Ed Hart]

good words, wise thoughts, mixed together, over easy

[Emily B]

it takes a little of both to make a complete life, like it or not