A moment passed

Each moment is a gift, each second another is lost. Give each moment away on point, nerve to be caught stilling one away.

 

A moment passed as I walked the old dirt road. Another drifted by, turning to look at me as if it knew me. I looked to the ground and turned my head around, to see if it had left me.I was busy on my way, to do something important today, bills to pay and off to a job to pay my way. To moments, I had nothing to say.Before I knew it the day was done, I laid my head to rest.  I tossed and turned as a dream tormented me. Each moment that passed me that day, now had a face and something to say.I tossed and turned, unable to wake as the last moment came to say. "Today was the day your last moment passed by the way…there will not be another moment of another day." In that moment I faded away. 

 

~Melody

Author's Note

This world as we know it was changed in moments...this is your momnent!

Reviews

[J.L Hunter]

I enjoyed and respected this piece. Although I wouldn't call this a story per say, but more of a "Prose Poem". It's structured like one and has that rythmic feel. I write prose mainly and descriptive poetry, and it is done very well, but I have to call 'em as I see 'em.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

I agree with you.

['poetry by bonnie']

I liked the way at 1st you did'nt know it was death at your door, but soon realized...........

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

Each day we hurry on our way to do "something important." We keep our eyes forward till another gets in the way. It is so sad how many wonderful and amazing moments pass us by, left by the way side. May we truly grasp each moments counts...we decide what it counts for...hope we all make it great!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Maybe that's how it will happen too. Who knows? Personally, I doubt anyone goes quite that peacefully. I recall an old movie about the artist, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. There's a scene where he's in a large bed, delirious with fever, dieing, and he sees his friends - other artists, dancers - and snippets of his last day go by before the fade-to-black. This sort of reminds me of that scene; there at the last anyway.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

It is not how one goes that matters, but what was done with the moments given that counts.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

That's a thought...

[Tate Morgan]

This is different for sure.I like it i love the rhyme I like the story a

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Thank you Tate, I never write "normal" stories, my passion is what hides between the lines.

[Tate Morgan]

yes it does but you know i am changing and my latest is a bit expanded from my usual i think we can safely say we are growing

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

Always!