This day brings another opportunity to see and feel and smell and hear and taste and experience our lives and our world. How many billion times has mankind written, “Life is short, enjoy what stands before you this moment?”
Written many different ways, said with many different voices, tongues, cultures, education, and a myriad of familiar differences, yet the message remains the same – we seem to forget all too easily that this life is over far too quickly.
I find it difficult not to write poetry these days. for nearly thirty years I denied poetry as one of my writing gifts. Now, I rely on poetry’s resilience and ability to convey emotion unlike any other written medium. Today’s spur-of-the-moment-poem:
When Passion Takes a Holiday
When Passion takes a holiday
Melancholy winds taint the heart
Life’s ills and wills fall strangely silent
Dreams siphoned hollow on tomorrow’s landscape.
When Love takes a holiday
Loneliness stirs like a prowling beast
Life’s cares and dares cower in the dust of fear
Motivation Stonehenge stationary, locked in petrified stasis.
When Hope takes a holiday
Morbid days follow apathetic nights
Life’s disaster and laughter pale into dingier shades of empty souls
Sluggard’s gait all a body may muster.
When Negativity takes a holiday
Three powers grow and blossom and thrill
Life’s wholeness and whims explode in ever increasing joy
Dreams reborn into a fresh, healthy landscape.