Alive in doubt danger or hope
from burial to birth- Acceptance
of any invitation makes for grief or mirth
More often taken and spilled
Than honoured and cherished-
in absentia the clay is clay.
Its life courses through corridors
not sanguine but imperturbable
As I rush past, you stop
you- tranquil, free;
I feel in control but where
senses angle inward
The wonder on earth,
the most beautiful being
blossoms in shadows fleeting
with one too arrested, unseeing
This beautiful poem justifies its title. Not a single stanza but all stanzas are my favorites. However, I was arrested at your wonderful finishing. A marvelous composition.
Oh my word but this one speaks to our souls, Mj. There's love and wistfulness, wisdom and folly, regret and thanksgiving all tangled together just like in life. This is what writing is all about- a moment of sublimity. Which we pursue poem after poem! Onto my fav list where it will sit with so many of your greats. Top marks, of course.
Many thanks, Susan. And thank you for all of your wisdom these past few years. Happy New Year!
Sometimes, in life, the most beautiful, is just a little spark that fades away too quickly. A fleeting moment, so wondrous yet so elusive. Wonderful poem MJ.......10 .
Thank you so much, Geeta. What is beautiful certainly is fleeting....Thank you again.
A beautiful verse that helped me through this morning Thank You MJ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.M. J. Oh my goodness...this is poetry at it's finest. Best regards.