Endings like beginnings are not always apparent, in an instant the eye blinks, the landscape changes. Had I known would I have lingered in the space just to feel the edges of it all soften and fade?
I am the mist, seen but for a moment and gone into the dark sky pressing its face against my window, forever waiting to inhale me back to the edge of creation into a past that was so recently present.
I cannot rewrite the chapters from before, they are permanently printed and must remain unedited. Each word was written with a single breath, a testament that I, a speck of stardust, glittered for one glorious moment.
-- ah... this is profound... -- that moment when we recognize/acknowledge the "glorious moment" is a very precious one... -- it leads us toward(s) a search for other moments... possibly better ones... -- and... you're right about the past... -- in my quirky mind, i try to create a future which sort of makes the past make more sense... if that makes sense... :p
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thank you, we can only move forward and hope the past has taught us something along the way.
I felt a breeze of wisdom , the brush of an angel, of a fairy wing , again a snow flake melted by a kiss. Wisdom, Science and Magic wrapped in the same λόγος,(logos )
There is much to be said for living in the moment, and taking joy out of each day -- we never know which touch will be our last, which sunset, etc. You captured this beautifully here.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thanks so much KL. It is nice to see you. I appreciate your thoughts.
My return, after such a long absence, was not disappointing. As always, your words spark of glitter and shine. This truly is a beautiful homage to life and living. Great poem!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thank you. I am trying hard to find the silver lining in the dark.
In the grand scheme of things we are here for but a brief moment. If that is all the time we have, best that we make it "one glorious moment."
Beautiful work, Blue.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
We are but a blink of an eye. Thanks so much Noel. It's really nice to see you.
Some say that life is preordained, others, propound it is more a roll of the dice. Whatever the reality, we can only travel the one pathway, and as you say, one cannot rewrite or change what has been.
Really enjoyed this; and that last line is quite glorious.
Your words spoke to me, and this verse:
cannot rewrite the chapters from before,
they are permanently printed and must remain unedited.
Each word was written with a single breath, a testament
that I, a speck of stardust, glittered for one glorious moment.
takes my breath away...stunning my friend.
:) Julie
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you so much Julie. I am pleased that you liked it. ; )
"I am the mist, seen but for a moment and gone into the dark sky... " The line speaks allot 'bout the whole poetry. I liked the duality of your poem, your title's 'bout "love" (infinity), but the words're 'bout "remembrance" which plot a vivid imagery around the page 'bout "The remembrance of love"... to some extent. Nice flow of ink!
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you so much Adams. I like how your parsed the poem. I owe you a few reads.
' Each word was written with a single breath, a testament - that I, a speck of stardust, glittered for one glorious moment. '
If i could hold words close to my heart right now, it would be these. There's a timelessness and sense of 'being complete'. Plus you've used a soothing flow of metre. Sigh.
From the core out, this poem is wrap-around hope and acceptance for and in life. Tis beautiful.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank you so much emmajoy. Your words are always welcome.
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