Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the flames of the sun
have gone cold and black,
this day for you has vanished
like the promise you saw

in the rising morning light
when you descended the stairs
in your bare feet, the oak
boards shining like a smile

and you gave it your best,
tried to fill the hourglass
with creativity and love, but
sometimes , well....you just

run out of time
sometimes your guesstimates
fall rather short
of your optimistic expectations

and you wish there was more time...
you wish you had better prioritized
the elements of good health
but hey....you are not to blame

it's all a grand crap shoot,
a mystically random imperfect adventure
through forests of unforeseen complexities....
and you have done all you possibly could

with the skills and awareness you had at the time

it is
and it is again
but you never know

from the gut.....

the poem made me sad, or maybe I was already a little sad, who knows...! Mystically random imperfect hugs for you, saw...!

The poem asked me to check my thinking.
Some how I have a diametric view ,The poem is a poets conversation ,so often I have felt that way my self.These days the moments are understood to be complete and in that consideration perfect .Having time taken from you, then having it given back ,changed me.I was able to calibrate the change in reflection.

thanx colleagues...enjoyed each and every comment...