My Instant of Time
What is this life that
Slaps from the first gasp
for air
That grinds us to dust
Do we deserve it
This ride of unbalanced
fate
Win some, lose some too
Give me wings I plead
To escape this fickle fate
Snare of misfortune
And now looking up
I see the blessed blue sky
I see a chariot
This is my last ride
Life lived, loved and all
adored
My instant of time
Grabbed me with the first stanza. Well done.
ReplyDeleteFifteen minutes of fame...?
ReplyDeleteAh the chariot across the sky reminded me of ancient myths.
ReplyDeleteWell wordled.
Short verse is here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/03/sw-wordle-98-order-up-non-story.html
I like where you took these words, thoughts we all share at some point or another, while waiting for that chariot,
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I think we should enjoy each instance as if it were our last.
ReplyDelete"Life that slaps from the first gasp of air"... phrase perfection, my friend! This is wonderfully done. Life is hard, looking so very forward to that last ride!
ReplyDeleteWe are all here for a reason, no matter how bumpy and absurd the ride.
ReplyDeleteAt first the infant mewling and puking in its mothers arms..after that the ride is all ours and if it's aboard a chariot..it could well be a good ending..
ReplyDeletewell done oh master of the wordle
ReplyDeleteWell versed.
ReplyDeleteCool reflective look on how life is so short, and so packed. I think your form mirrored this idea.
ReplyDeletenice, I like it.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great piece. I'm especially drawn to the first stanza, and the idea of air grinding us to dust from the very beginning. Excellent.
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