As I enter the decade of death and plan for endless dreamless sleep certain as Earth turning from light to night I recall the spiritual seasons of my life: hope exploding from an atmospheric prism joy blazing through the gold lens of a star adventure adrift with leaves on the wind crystallized languor frozen in place
despite flickering memoirs of bliss like sparkling sunshine through breaks in a cloud-crowded sky of indigo blue my mind rewinds moments of pain as if highlights from a constant cinema featuring every being I have known in need, love, abuse, joy, and sorrow-- tragicomedy worthy of a reckless writer
aware now of each heartbeat and wondering which will be my last I mourn the loss of life in brain and brawn but mostly bemoan what might have been had I the prudence to expect events occurring around the next twist or turn events that make all the difference for that extraordinary chance to exist
but regret is a poison potion that lowers the view below the horizon and prevents a vision of goodness a revelation too often lost in fancy for I must know that as a mere man I can no more change my story than stop the stretch of shadows draping the angles off a redwood tree
and my meager human existence for all its erratic blinking in the dark is meaningless in the cosmoscape but for any benefit I have bestowed for the good of other living things-- fellow mortals who dwelt with me on this grand sphere for blips in time and finally disappeared in the dust
Thanks for sharing your perspective,It is interesting to be able to see life from different view points. A very well thought out write with a lot of class....elo..
LadyMorgana60Norwich, Norfolk, England UKMay 13, 2012
Hello Artman & welcome Enjoyed your poem, deep :-)
Did you see all of this when you looked in the mirror? I know you are probably working from a theme here, but it does sound like you've sipped a little too much of that potion 'regret'. Makes me wonder what you did - or should I say what you didn't do to deserve all of this? Ah! well, perhaps you'll enlighten us in the next poem.
A very fine write sir, I did enjoy your poem. Thank you for sharing it.
"but regret is a poison potion that lowers the view below the horizon and prevents a vision of goodness"
we all have a purpose for being here, sometimes we just don't see it...thank you for giving a form to something some of us are scared to face, confront or acknowledge..
No such thing as death...lose the fear of it..I died and came back..believe me when i say to you there is no death just life as you wont believe...i didnt want to come back but it wasnt my time
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USAMay 17, 2012
Superb Artman! I really like this eloquent and artistic metaphor of our run down home stretch. You are quite honest and humble and I'm confident that our creator will be most honored by this..
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoMay 18, 2012
You write with spirit,class and from your heart,love it! M.M Hope one day you will stop living in regrets as to what should have been or what could have been,which is the past and nothing more,well done
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Enjoyed your poem, deep :-)
I know you are probably working from a theme here, but it does sound like you've sipped a little too much of that potion 'regret'. Makes me wonder what you did - or should I say what you didn't do to deserve all of this? Ah! well, perhaps you'll enlighten us in the next poem.
A very fine write sir, I did enjoy your poem.
Thank you for sharing it.
that lowers the view below the horizon
and prevents a vision of goodness"
we all have a purpose for being here,
sometimes we just don't see it...thank you
for giving a form to something some of us are scared
to face, confront or acknowledge..