For whatever reason, maybe the wind swaying the palm trees in my backyard or the patio chimes sounding, I felt wistful.
Maybe I felt like that because I finished a difficult scene in a novel I’m writing. It could be the stir of memories or the longing of wanting something which seems impossible to achieve.
Whatever the reason I came across this beautiful photo and had some thoughts about what the photographer might have been saying.
Thinking About Life
And the days pass like the leaves dropping from trees
tumbling one after another, every year,
faster than the one before.
Layers of memories, once vivid, fading into a blur.
We grow older, leave our past,
drift across the present and into our future.
Short shadows now cast long.
We look to the sky, knowing our view is measured.
How much of the blue do we see,
as much as when we were young?
More now that we are not?
How we will miss that sky,
scribbled with wafting clouds.
How we will miss the brilliance of a sun-splashed day.
The pages of our life keep turning,
nearing the end of a chapter,
nearer to the end of the story.
What do you see?
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Thank you for stopping by 🙂
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Beautiful. My favorite stanza:
How much of the blue do we see,
as much as when we were young?
More now that we are not?
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I’m glad the poem resonated with you. I do so enjoy your poetry.
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I saw what I felt, and it was a longing. Yes, a longing to cling to everything, to make everything stay. I think I should start weaving now my Ode to the Ephemeral against your “days pass like the leaves dropping from trees tumbling one after another, every year…”
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“to make everything stay.” I guess the only hope we have of that is photography’s and memories, both of which we eventually lose 🙂 Thanks for stopping by. I enjoyed your parenting post.
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Lovely sentences, Mona. As always I like the way you notice small things in life and tie them to nature, our mother to all of us.
The passing of time becomes more pressant as we get older, that’s a fact. On the other side, the advantage is that we become more selective on the ways we want to use this precious but ephemeral thing, while being more open to unpredictible events. Nowdays I tend to know more what I want from my 24 hours and also be more appreciative of minutes spent doing nothing but just being aware than I’m alive.
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Well said, Evelyne!
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Beautiful poetry and interesting background story. Would love if you could check out my poetry blog. https://poetry2473.wordpress.com
We could follow each other if you like my writing.
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