Life won’t stop for you

Only absolute truth,

Once born,

One day have to leave.

The date, time, place

And mode may be hidden, but

Truth shall make us free to

Concentrate in living.

Explore unfettered by the constraints

Of figuring out what’s going to happen,

Because the answer is already known.

So engage vigorously in living,

Every day, every moment.

Will be confronted with challenges,

At times seemingly unsurmountable,

but the path only moves forward.

In the barren deserts of past participles,


No flower blooms.


Nothing happens there, except

A sense of gloom and doom.


Can do only what can do,


What’s not in our hands, why bother?

Move forward, move forward.

Life not going to stop for you.

Morning Bloom

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Photo by author:Nov 12, 2017

‘He made the world to be a grassy road

Before her wandering feet.’ – W. B. Yeats

O’ morning bloom

Cheeks turned lovely pink

Gently touched by rising sun

One look at nature’s boon

All it took

To shrug off the gloom

 

O’ morning bloom

Fill my heart with joy

Banishing dark, gory mood

What a joy to behold

Your smiling, radiant face

Warming my heart

Driving away chilling cold

 

O’ morning bloom

Spread the joy all around

For a moment

Give us hope

Push away thoughts

Of dawning doom


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Twelve