Each of us has a single birth
and we have but one death
while we spin here on this earth
all trying to catch our breath.
My life is like an old book shelf
sagging with often read tales
each one just about myself
the few triumphs, all of the fails.
Every single line of story
capped by those book ends of life
which contain but little glory
of a living all run rife.
In the end bookends don't matter
they are fixed and just sit there.
It's in between them, all that chatter
all things that we build and share
all the leaves of love and pratter.
Life is contained within there.
Comments
Well
I have been called a lot of things but stunning? lol. i appreciate your input and will consider it when I try to eliminate all the rough edges of this chicken scratching
I really like the theme...
just a couple of crits.
1] the last line of the first stanza.
I would switch the line around so that it says:
"all trying to catch our breath."
2] leafs should be [leaves]
This seems kind of profound and I think that the last line should just be separated.
Otherwise, I think that it's fine. ~ Geez.
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ME???
write something profound? Musta been an accident. The leafs leaves thing...I'll need to check that out . I think leafs are for books and leaves are for trees. I'll also consider your other ideas. Thanks for dropping by
Leaves versus leafs..
Leafs are what you do, when you leaf through a book: "He leafs through the pages of the book". Leaves are the plural of leafs;
"The leaves of the book were stuck together". Just saying'. And yes, you have written something profound. ~ Geez.
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Hi Geeze
you are correct. I'll get that taken care of
Book Ends
Hi, Stan,
Both retrospective and introspective poetry. Wonderful and relatable to those of us with a few years in the rear view mirror. Your last stanza to me is especially good - poetically and in wisdom. This poem for me is like a gentle heart-to-heart with one's personal life.
Thank you!
L
Hi Lav
Yes I expect we older folks might relate to this better than the young people
Hi Ted
I have read book recreationally all my life. And I thought comparing a book shelf with its book ends with life and its" book ends "of life and death might make for a good poem. I am pleased you enjoyed this scribble
MY BOOK ON NEO APPEARS TO BE ENDING now BIND IT
all trying to catch our breath
OR THEIR breath
stan which
Hmmm......
Let me check that line.............well as is it includes the protagonist and I think that works better. But keep suggestions coming. BTW how are you doing?
AT TIMES I WONDER
AT TIMES I WONDER
Why do I still wander
in the expanse of time
I live in a vast wilderness
as jess would say
since his ashes
they immerse in the ocean today
life took him a long very long way
he left me in a serious loss
swimming in the shallows
who knows whats next
why live longer than long
why not let life ebb away
what makes me so invaluable
that I must still stay
Never mind no one will miss me
a learner all my 80 so long days
thanks for the concern
but I will tell you to discern
as of now three docs say
keeping living till your last day
when will that be
who can so say
even heavens are in tears today
crying loud come right away
it rains no not in their eyes
but mine stan
as you know all these days
I do silently stay
it is funny
that you say the last paragraph is rough...for I liked it best...
in the end bookends don't matter
they are fixed and just sit there.
It's in between them, all that chatter
all the things we build and share
all the leafs of love and pratter;
Life is contained between there.
*hugs, Cat
hello
I consider it rough because it doesn't match other stanzas in length.
REWIEW STAN THIS LINE.... REPLACE the two THE
the few triumphs, all of the fails
hi loved
Will do