What
metaphysical thing plays
out in that
split
second
between your smile
and being stolen
away
by an umbrella
on the wind
to a life less
lived?
An unprincipled principle?
Irregular regularity?
i do not know; we cannot know…
perhaps
you do,
now
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So right, as so much can take place in a split second, millisecond even, bb, whatever the cause it’s the difference between ‘what could’ to ‘what is’ and so often leaves us wishing for the ability to turn back the clock and restart the process…. oh pretty please life?…. 😀 xPenx
It sure does, Pen – thanks. bb xx
As it is said, “life turns on a dime.” … But you said it much better.
Well done, dear poet. Poem on and thank you…
Jamie
Thank you, Jamie
Oh, such longing here today, and so very beautifully put. I find myself with an urge to grasp the umbrella back and put it on its seed head, and have everything as it was before…
If only it were possible, Kate. Thanks. bb
This is so … hittingly apt. Thank you!
Thank you, Cin
Very sad and the idea of the split second, where things change forever, is what makes it so poignant – the pivot between life and death.
It is, Gabrielle – and then bizarrely those split seconds play back in memory in slow motion. Thanks
“a life less lived”
I like that line
the depressing fate of many, and possible fate for any – thanks, Nursemyra
Brilliant simplicity. Spectacular word strokes. Thank you 🙂
Thanks, vampireweather 🙂
Well done. Very beautiful. So simple.
Xie, xie, TGG
I like this. And the message of poem is reflected just perfectly in the brevity of each line. Nice!
Thanks, Connor – your blog looks like another that’s going to distract me from my work 🙂
Hang-gliding at its best Bb! Such lovely miniatures made by nature.
Beautifully expressed. Things can alter in a milisecond. There is a poignant note to this that is tugging at my heart. Very well put together. Thank you for this!
Thanks, Selma
All crises only take a milisecond to occur, Bb. I should know. My whole life changed in a short breath of time.
Your considerable resilience in dealing with forced changes in direction comes through strongly in your poetry, Adee, and is to be admired. xx
Mystery and longing. Well wrtten, Blu.
Thanks, Jamie – one of those memories that can never be erased
What metaphysical thing? Shock and or surprise – followed close behind by philosophers of the analytic type such as myself with an ourable or ‘we,us,andthemable’ sense of chaos driven principles of perfectly explainable and permutable poignancies 🙂
Chaos indeed, Brad – with a terrible ripple effect
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