- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Living, a Slender Thread
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To live is like a slender thread
more fragile than a spider’s web
with patterns that cling to a breath
from birthing to our time of death.
We live not knowing of the path
that we shall take unto the last
turn in the road along the way
with steps we take from day to day.
Life is divided into three:
our past that we can plainly see;
our present that we live each day;
our future only time can say.
Life is a mystery of kinds
that each breath gathers as it binds
our precious moments of each day
that differ in so many ways.
Life is so precious to behold
from our first breath until we’re old
filled with those memories of the mind,
some not so good, but some are kind.
Now each of us is made of three:
our body physical indeed;
our mind in which we store our thoughts;
our spirits that inspire our hearts.
And with each passing day we grow
in darkest night or morning’s glow
when every breath comes as a gift
because we know not of the “if.”
The “if” of the unknowns of life,
some filled with joy, some filled with strife,
but ne’ertheless we must live on
and sing our inner, mortal song.
The song we sing might make us blue
for things we’ve done or need to do,
yet we may sing a happy tune
that lifts the heart with love that’s true.
To live devoid of love is sad
for it’s the force that negates bad
and lets our spirits know the song
no matter if life’s short or long.
Love is the path we need to take
no matter what the choice we make
as far as paths are our concern
for love’s the power that we yearn.
Life is a mystery of kind
that only time can fill the mind
with clues to help us find our way
and see the light day unto day.
A poet once wrote of two roads,
one trodden down by footed loads;
the other narrow and o’er grown
because the few had only known.
He chose to take the narrow way
that changed his life to his last day,
and so it is with each of us
who live our lives from dawn to dusk.
To live is like a slender thread
more fragile than a spider’s web
with patterns that cling to a breath
from birthing to our time of death.
So Carpe Diem, “Seize the Day!”
need be our motto come what may
because life’s precious moments are
like myriads of twinkling stars.
Maggie Red Rose
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 15 years agoA LOVELY POEM,CAPTURING LIFE,I WISH I COULD WRITE ONE AS GOOD,THANK YOU MAGGIE,IAN.
DeepAsleepover 16 years agoHmm. I am normally against hard rhyming (rhyming at the end of every line) but this isn't too bad. Play a little bit more with assonance, break this up, and look at your sentence structure - You're twisting your words around a little to MAKE the rhyme happen - I tend to like it when it just feels like it flows. Unobtrusive, you know.
Don't pay too much attention to the thermometer - i don't use it.
LeBrozover 16 years agoCongratulations, your exposition sticks to its rhyming structure without having to twist into pretzel form to make the rhyming stick. My only suggestion is that it would be visually more appealing broken into strophes. It also would be easier to read {and less intimidating} to approach it with all those bite-size pieces {strophes}. I'll check the other products of your mind later to see how your other poems go.
