Whispered Mortality

Mortality courts me lately
whispering time is a game
played beautifully by children.

I am embroiled in a shadow war
riddled with bullets,
no bodies yet in sight.

Deeper into the dark cosmos
I slip across the continuum-
no longer a lifeline but a tightrope.

As precious blossoms of life
slowly peel away I am able to finally see
beauty in its simplest forms

and savor the moments for I understand
that sometimes big dreams
have the ability to swallow you whole.

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

Life has a nasty habit of knocking us down but we must always strive to get up.Lovely poem blue :)

[icelandicblue]

That is the true cycle of life I think. Thanks so much for your kind words Vidya.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are most welcome Blue :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Reads like a head slapping "I coulda had a V8! " realization. Good poem Blue

[icelandicblue]

Ha! That would certainly help me to snap out of it! Thanks Baby.

[Frieda P]

When we are faced with the harsh realities of life, we come to appreciate those simple moments. This read gave my soul the chills Anne.

[icelandicblue]

The simple moments we so often ignore is really what it's all about I think. Thanks so much Frieda and a happy Frieday to you too!

[K.N. Lorenzen]

Time is a game played beautifully by children :) Beautifully put! What a moving and well penned, memento mori/carpe diem piece.

[icelandicblue]

Oh thank you so much for that, I love your comment. And yes...at some point we are all forced to remember.

[A. Amos]

and savor the moments for I understand
that sometimes big dreams
have the ability to swallow you whole

The last line my favourite line, one of your finest work my dear...

[icelandicblue]

Thank you so very much my friend.

[Jack...]

Indeed they do Anne. But we all need those big dreams, these wants and desires, it makes getting to the other end of that tight rope so much more important. Each day it seems is a balancing act...and often we can't help looking down.

Very cool my friend.

[icelandicblue]

But as you get older I think dreams may change from those we have as children, and when we are young we very seldom savor those small moments. When life is a long road in front of you it is often one that the young feel compelled to run down. Thanks for your thoughts Jack.