Thursday, November 30, 2006

Life?

A spur of the moment kind of poem.

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.

2 comments:

elysabeth said...

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 :)

Rain-drop said...

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.