My Poetic Perspective

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Category: reflection

It Keeps Passing By

I thought that time could not follow..

But It chases me

In Moments that I thought I could hold onto

There they go

Slipping through crooked hands

All is not what it is supposed to be

……I’m smaller

Full of fears and years of tears

Mounds of sorrow,

Pain in eyes hopeful and pleading

As it comes to these

Longings

Missing innocence

And Strength

Missing days when I thought I could

Never reach this day

But it flows on by

Time with it’s hurried way

Making joys and shedding skins

It keeps on picking up speed, this phenomenon of time

Passing chances, passing life

Passing me by

It keeps passing me by

 

 

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Reflection


This is one of the scenes that pop up in life that I love. It often goes unnoticed but when it comes I quietly and secretly hold its short lived gentle existence of lighted beauty…. Its like a poem waiting to be written. And I think I have written some while gazing. Then it fades with only the dimming of dusk filling the room. They are never recorded on paper. It’s only between the light and I. And during moments of being in bed because of fatigue, the shadow of dancing leaves, and light seeping in through the blinds on a certain hour of the day, pulls me away inviting my heart to lend itself to honest words; things my heart remembers or can’t help to remember. I try to watch it as long as I can… relishing the color of orange light, enjoying the artistic presence as the dimming day introduces itself once again to the quiet night hours. I’ll greet it again and I know that special quiet will write a memory or reflection of thoughts only I have known and felt. Again, I will have known myself a little bit more, to be in the barely lit room vulnerable to no one but God who speaks so gently through these moments.