Whisper

What are we?
Little wisps of dust and air
Here one moment, gone the next
As we attempt to make an impression
On sullied earth beneath our feet

A few years
To warm a couple hearts or break them
To press ourselves into a mind
Unforgettable, irremovable

Life blooms and fades
Love established, faith assured
Until the day the breeze blows wrong
Families, goals, personalities, hearts
Swept away with a gust of wind

Recycled through
Returned to dust, earth's energy
Doesn't the sun seem brighter now?
The orchid's perfume sweeter still?

They're here and there
Yet nowhere still
Except in blissful memories
And in a weary night's delusion
Of things we only wish we'd seen

Reviews

[Shante Payne]

Life always seems to prematrue when lost...love the metaphors here.

[MoriartyMesa]

It might be my morbid sense of humor, but I used to work in a Nursing Home and I always wondered how a poem that could sum up life would be like. And I think you nailed it with a jack hammer.

[Norma M Sutton]

Nicely put.

[Jenny Nelson]

An excellent description of life... Up, down, hope- yes, no, maybe. Can't deny the good, but the bad can be nearly unbearable. Very thoughtful piece.