Remembering Pythagoras

Trying to learn from 
you, to stay alive like a 
trembling candle in wind. 

Cut flowers in the vase, 
white lilies. Turn blue― 
when your smile fades. 

The twists and circles. 
My search had ended in you. 
Why you need to go? 

I do not want to 
measure this moment. Time pie 
stops and look at me. 

Some questions have 
no answers. Some questions don't 
rise. Some questions die.

Reviews

[Debbie Barry]

Wow. I like your imagery, with the lilies turning blue. I didn't understand what you meant by "Time pie." It sounds so sad, overall. I'm sorry to read these emotions, but I'm glad you shared them.