How weak is my flesh
I blinked, it’s there
My life written in the stars
Swept over heaven
I saw the vision
Ripe fruit in the basket
The secret of life
I am but a fool
What chance immortality
Who will hand it me?
Clever? No, not me
I’m still nestled in your heart
How weak is my flesh
Understated elegance in your lines.
ReplyDeleteVast as the heavens, down to the flesh. Strong write, "nestled in your heart."
ReplyDeleteYou ask such universal questions in your poetry..leaves me sad..and yet fulfilled in your perceptions..life can be cruel..but always worth a try?
ReplyDeleteUnderstated strength on a univeersal theme - nicely put.
ReplyDeleteA universal theme given with elegant simplicity. Very nice!
ReplyDelete...ooohhhh...I'm still nestled in your hear. dear old egg you are quite the hopeful romantic.
ReplyDeleteI like your look at the big picture and the idea of your life written in the stars.
ReplyDeleteWe aspire to what is grander than ourselves, but always fall prey to our own weaknesses. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteYou remind us all that no matter how far we travel in space, or the space within our own minds...we are still human.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your visit to my continuing story verse - there is nothing to forgive. I set the stage within that kind of time frame where magic is both relied upon and feared. Remember though - that it was the 'mute' who set the spell book free. However much we would like to think we have control of our own fate, we are perhaps fools to not consider that we are part of some unknown plan.
Thank you for allowing me to entertain you. It is for those who maintain and interest that keep me on my 'quest' :) ~Jules(storypageswhirl)
You have covered such vast territory in your short poem! Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeleteThought provoking. Really well-written.
ReplyDelete-HA
Just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWonderful and pensive. The haikus work equally well independently and together.
ReplyDeleteAw, always the romantic. Really lovely Old. I'm holding my hand on my heart rereading it. :)
ReplyDeleteThe stars always make me feel completely hopeful and senselessly lost, all at once. No sort of weakness in staying 'nestled' in one place for a while. It's always tender and sweet here. Hope you are well.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Looking at the stars always makes me wonder about life on other planets and what that might be like.
ReplyDeletea romantic end
ReplyDeletethe stars really tell a great story if we but listen
loved your Sunday whirl
I love those last two lines
ReplyDeleteNo fun having strong flesh!
ReplyDeleteThere is a lot to be said for weak flesh...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Well that ending is quite spectacular, Robin. I am sorry for the late visit. Between work and the flu, life is not being kind to me right now.
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