There's such innocence in these lovely words, of the infant, of the mother, of the fly buzzing around in frenzy with seemingly no direction. Until.... until what? We may have such high expectations, for ourselves and those imposed on us by others, and yet so much time can be wasted buzzing around without any direction. Do we have to have direction, though? Isn't it okay to buzz and wander, if that is what makes someone happy? What if the only real issue is the creation of expectation.
I just love where this took me.
Laura.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
i really like where you went with this....yes, the creation of expectation...that is what kills the .. read morei really like where you went with this....yes, the creation of expectation...that is what kills the buzz at times.
thank you for your insightful words, Laura....
It is important in reading this one to note that it says not life expectancy, but life's expectancy. Indeed, that factor, the expectations we entertain, is always plagued by shortages of time and love. That's probably why so many of us drink.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
excuse me while i open another bottle...gulp...
thank you, John...
nice catch there.read moreexcuse me while i open another bottle...gulp...
thank you, John...
nice catch there.
j.
I guess we'd better enjoy it while we can
Unless reincarnation comes to fruition
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Maybe it already exists....i feel i lived during the early days of the west, sometimes.
thank.. read moreMaybe it already exists....i feel i lived during the early days of the west, sometimes.
thank you, Dave,
j.
Yes, the human lifespan is less than the tiniest blip on Eternity's radar.
As a matter of fact, all human lifetimes, combined, aren't much more.
And, as for love, there never seems to be enough.
Little poem with big meaning.
great analogy. was actually talking about this with someone recently. as we get older time seems to pass more quickly. in youth we were always impatiently looking forward to something. those somethings dwindle with age. we are faced with our own mortality and have more time to dwell upon it - more to look back upon, less to look forward to. holding onto wide-eyed youth is coveted - ponce de leon unsuccessfully searched for the fountain of it so perhaps we should take a page from his book and just accept it ... :)
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
i really appreciate your insightful words here, Pete,
thank you,
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..