Hello and welcome, my dear digital friends!
As I continue to age, and not in the amazing Benjamin Button-esque way I so crave, I have become more acutely aware of time.
Its relentless linearity. Its dispassionate tick tock chime.
We small things – with loves, with feelings, with lives – strive for relevance against forces far greater than we can comprehend.
And, in the end, we are born to die. *SIGH*
So let’s celebrate the moments in between. Take time to be kind. Let others be seen and heard and valued.
Tell someone you love them today. Give them a hug.
And, as always, please let me know your thoughts / feelings / reactions to this poem in the Leave a Reply and Comments section(s) at the bottom of the page.
-PS Conway ☘️ ☘️ ☘️
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north winds
eggshells and feathers
scatter across the nest
in our aerie high amongst the clouds
in this once hallowed place
where algid north winds ruled
hailed us with their mighty gale
gave clarity to our reality
the urgency (and brevity) of now
yet we achieved true warmth
nuzzled cheek-to-cheek
our coos and our heartbeats
kept time with soft starlight blinks
do you recall? we could see Elysium
and knew not of covet nor death
for the gods held no sway
or so we convinced ourselves
absorbed in the perfection
of our own boundless empyrean
but time (like the gods)
has a cruel and un-funny way
of burying love midst shadows
expecting memories to sustain
themselves in epitaphs
or in eulogies or in graves
adorned with brittle eggshells,
tattered feathers for the pain
Sad reminder of the feelings of loss, while acknowledging love abounds…memories are just not enough to equal the true measure of love shared between people…great poem!
Couldn’t have said it any better, PS. Thank you so much, my friend! 🙏🏻🌹🍷✨
I like the way this poem comes full circle. I’m always scared by how little value memories hold. I know that once the last person dies who remembers me, I will be truly erased. Memories are like feathers in the wind. Good analogy. I also like the word “covet”; a useless clinging to things / people we hold dear. Enjoyed this one Pat.
This is such a great comment, Naomi. So important we make those memories while we still can… before they’re lost or memorialized in an epitaph, eh? Thank you so much. 🙏🏻🍷🌹✨
Life and love are fleeting, immediate, intense. Past merges with now and future in what appears a continuum but what begins must end. Life inevitably ends but love endures in memories, in the children we create, the fledglings that leave the nest.
Lovely thought provoking poem 🙏🍀🍀🍀
Sandie! This is so lovely and well said!! So glad you found the poem thought provoking. Cheers, my friend. 🍀🙏🏻🌹🍷✨