I try to hold the flickering flame
fast faltering my eyes before,
to clasp it for some moments more,
its magic mine to keep and tame.
it flickers out, no one to blame.
I try to slow the speeding days,
delay them as they canter past.
I want them to forever last;
they rush towards sunset's golden haze,
extinguish in a fiery blaze.
One does not ask the question "Why?"
We live our lives, hoping the end
will answer like a loving friend.
Our choices, as the days go by,
have cast our fate. We live. We die.
Sunset too close, lit by its glow,
I want this life to never end,
as day by day my last ones spend,
bedazzled by its fiery show ~
life's golden beauty, all I know.
Beautiful cantering rhythms here, Sherry--and a sentiment I certainly share. Well done! Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteSherry-- you have tried to friend me on fb but I think we are aleady friends so you may be hacked. May want to check. K.
DeleteI love each line...and perfect ending, "life's golden beauty, all I know.
ReplyDeleteI want them to forever last;
ReplyDeletethey rush towards sunset's golden haze,
extinguish in a fiery blaze.
Such passionate lines. Beautiful write :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
You have done it again. Beautiful, musical, magical. The words I would have used if I could have found them.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post and perfect photo to accompany this lovely poem. Thank you so much for sharing and warm greetings from Montreal! :)
ReplyDeleteA beautiful post and perfect photo to accompany this lovely poem. Thank you so much for sharing and warm greetings from Montreal! :)
ReplyDeleteso beautifully written Sherry, the poem reminds me of Tagore, who was so in love with life...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteA beautifully written rhyme, your words speak to my heart as I contemplate my own life's shorter days.
ReplyDeleteA beautifully written rhyme, your words speak to my heart as I contemplate my own life's shorter days.
ReplyDeleteHa. We can waste a lot of time asking why and wondering about it, or we can just choose to live life in spite of it - and perhaps in the end that answer is a gentle friend - or our questions will no longer need to be answered - you know.
ReplyDeleteOh yes... the days seems to run so fast so fast.. especially when the vacation ends it seems so apt to ask these questions.. a wonderful meter and pace in this poe,.
ReplyDeleteembracing life with all its ups and downs and many questions... and yeah...it is beautiful..
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Sherry. True too. I no longer count days up to ___ (whatever age). Now I count down to when I think I might expire. Not long at all !!! I don't know exactly when I started doing that way.
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This was great - I love how you feel almost overwhelmed by all the beauty of this life. X-quisite!
ReplyDeleteWell, I think you did a great job with the rhyme scheme, but an even greater job with your thoughts. I love the way you speak of sunsets, our lives, the process and the ending. Beautiful. BTW Love the photo too. It's spectacular.
ReplyDeleteI like the image of the days "cantering" past. Indeed they do...you've given voice to what is in many of our heads, no doubt, as the days "dwindle down to a precious few."
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful, Sherry. You made that rhyme and metre serve you well.
ReplyDeleteLife's golden beauty is something to be grateful for every day we have.
ReplyDeleteThe use of rhythm and alliteration are just spot on in this piece.
ReplyDeleteYou've got a way to go yet..I know a lot who can't wait for it to end....so you are way in front....so am I...LOL
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