What is a word that summerizes life?
Life is unique to each,
It surprises, but also repeats itself.
Like a knitted pattern on your sometimes favorite rug,
Sometimes you must face it.
Face the facts.
Face the music,
The constant ever changing flow.
Life is conspicuous.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Life?
A spur of the moment kind of poem.
2 comments:
interesting - I'm not good at making comments about poetry because I don't write it nor do I read a lot - it seems you and Chai have a lot in common - with your poetry, your stories and other things - keep writing, keep up the good work and who knows - one day you may be a big name out there - E :)
I like this poem. It is a drifting, contemplating sort of poem...it is easy to read, it don't have a jumping cadence or urge the reader to keep up, it just says, "these are the facts. I'm laying them out for you."
I liked the bit about the rug best. And 'life is conspicuous'...interesting thought. I didn't know you were into poetry much! But it was spur of the moment, as you said.
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