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 9 Years Ago
9 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 9 Years Ago
9 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 9 Years Ago
9 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 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thank you so much emmajoy. Your words are always welcome.
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