Nothing
to be Done
silver threads times three or three times
whichever you
prefer stand in witness when there is nothing
to be done
the silence
broken by the sound of the gun then silence again
empty are the
words spoken endless the road
reclaiming renaming shaming
take life in big
bites feed the relentless hunger life is brief
even if one lives to
be one hundred and three over in an instant
we are not meant to
survive empty the bedpan change the sheets
wipe the fevered
brow each in his own time penguins in a line
collecting
stones ordinary and rare scratch the surface
loosen the dirt that
holds them do they sparkle do they blink
do they spread their
wings preening with their beaks you speak
your voice low with
pain you hold on to what remains there is nothing to
prevent
the melting
snow change is in the wind it is spring again
like clockwork the
sun rises sets
the clime strikes
the hour time for prayer give thanks the endless road continues
April 3, 2016
12 comments:
I really like the cadence to this....there is something about the rhythm to your words in this piece that gives weight to the ideas of the endless road continuing and how there is nothing to be done about it.
very nice.
One of your finest, Annell, and wisest. The acceptance that nothing can be done is key. I especially love the line of penguins and the collecting of stones ordinary and rare.
I love this, Annell. It carries timeless wisdom and a deep acceptance of our mortality.
Poignant and true Annell....I love the journey of time and life you have taken us on here.
Such a wise & profound write.
That is life isn't it...it will end at sometime and there is nothing we can do but keep going down the road! I agree...this is a real gem!
Sad but true and showing how important it is to make use of every minute, show your love and be thankful for all the wonderful things that happen to you, and weep for those you have loved.
Going to try this again. Last time it wouldn't let me. I really like the blending of the two lists into one piece. I can hear your voice reading this aloud.
Elizabeth
i like the tone of acceptance.."life is brief"..true & sometimes it's briefer...sigh...
There is both a fatalism and a security in the rhythm of life..most of the seconds are mundane..stones in pockets..unfurling threads..perhaps we survive for the brief moments that shine - like blue cat eyes - i hope so
...another good one :-)
ZQ
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