Friday, February 24, 2017

Minute-Metaphysics





Sometimes we feel the reel of it
In nothing but the ‘steal’ of it
Across the hill at dusk a bit
Or in the still of dawn
But often in the dream of it
We lose sight of its scheme a bit
While balancing the stream of it
With bridges we walk on

Sometimes we sense the slip of it
And try to drink the drip of it
While grappling with the grip of it
This Thing that disappears
But often in the thick of it
We overlook the quick of it
And how the steady tick of it
Turns moments into years

Sometimes we clutch the Much of it
And struggle with the Such of it
While learning ‘neath the touch of it
About both joy and strife
But often in the heat of it
We undermine the beat of it
And how the bittersweet of it
Turns years into a life

© Janet Martin

10 comments:

  1. Moments into years for certain. Sending our first born off to college and feeling like I blinked and he was grown.

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    1. ...it brings a whole new meaning to 'don't blink', right! Hugs(()) Sending them off, no matter how happy we are for them hurts hearts hard!

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  2. You created a real masterpiece here. Life is what it is. It is up to us to take in what we can.

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    1. Thank-you for your kind words. Yes, it is so important to live in the NOW and make the most of it before it is over forever!

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  3. Bravo, Janet! I really like this one.

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    1. Thank-you.
      I was looking through the fridge to see what Friday leftovers supper would be when bam...these 3 lines gob-smacked me out of nowhere...
      But often in the thick of it
      We overlook the quick of it
      And how the steady tick of it

      So I jotted them down thinking 'I'll add afew lines before and one after to make it a verse...so after supper the middle verse was written first spawning from it the first verse then the last.

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    2. I've come back to read it again. I keep a notebook of favorite poems so that I have them at my elbow if I need one. I am going to copy this one and put it in my book. Simply inspired.

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    3. thank-you. deeply, humbly touched!

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  4. Love the title of this poem Janet, and as I read it, appreciated its smartly executed body. Life is short. If we can be grateful for every minute, we will have lived a full and satisfying existence.

    Poppy

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    1. Thank-you Poppy, and amen to your last thought!
      For the title I was sort of torn between the words metaphysics and metamorphosis, but in the end I chose the word metaphysics because it really did seems to fit the intended message a little better.

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