If I could hold the fragrance of a rose
and make it last, I would. But I cannot
as I cannot hold the music that flows
and calms the sorrows of my human lot.
How glorious are the sunbeams that throw
golden rings around dandelion puffs
yet neither light nor puff wishes to stay
soon one fades while the other sails away.
One moment, I am as I am, then I
am not. Changes happen though I sit still -
in ways small or great in the blink of an eye
Is there a place into which the hours spill
as rivers spill to the seas; where I can fly
and relive the sweet moments at my will.
Yet when remembrance brings all back to fore
I see how endings are also a favor.
WPC: Evanescent
DVerse Poets’ FOrm For All – Ottava Rima
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I enjoyed the sound of this as well as the melancholic thoughts on change with a reminder at the end that endings are also good.
So much beauty in this. A couple of favorite lines: “how glorious are the sunbeams that throw golden rings around dandelion puffs” and “is there a place into which the hours spill as rivers spill to the seas.” Evanescent is probably one of my favorite words, so the title really caught my attention.
Thank you very much for the kind words. I am drawn to that word as well – it sounds magical. I guess that was why I just had to post one way or another when I saw that as WOrdpress’s challenge theme for the week. 🙂
I love ‘one fades and the other sails away’! I was reminded also of a fizzling soda, but yours is much more melancholy and sweet.
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Thanks, Kathy.
This is deep! It points out with such clarity how much of life is really beyond our control however much we try. Amazing! I just love it!
Thanks, DeScribe. 😊
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yet neither light nor puff wishes to stay
soon one fades while the other sails away.
Beautiful woodcraft Imelda! The picture reveals very much the idiosyncracies of how different souls react given similar circumstances!
Hank
Thanks, Hank. 😊
Those four lines about the sun and the dandelion puffs are wonderful.
Thanks. 😊
“I am as I am, then I am not.” I found this as deep a probe into our existence as Descartes’ axiom was reassuring. We can easily speak of life in cold logic, but it is in the emotions of changes where we find its essence. A very thought-provoking piece indeed, Imelda, which I greatly admire.
Thanks, Colin.
I love the melancholy and the image of passing of time.. really well done.
Thanks, Bjorn.
Lovely…..
Thanks. 😊
Beautiful!
Thanks, Regina. 😊
Wow I love this one
Thanks. 😊
Lovely thoughts, uniquely presented.
This is brilliant
Puts me in mind of the metaphysical poets, somewhere between Donne and Marvell.
Thanks, Rosemary. That’s very kind of you .