Sunday, February 18, 2018

SOME THINGS ARE IMPOSSIBLE/ The Sunday Whirl, Poets United Poets Pantry


You said, you would have pink sand between your fingers
Memory, or the lack of it, can be madness
Either your days are filled with yesterdays or nothing at all
You focus on this present moment
You are told, "be here now"

I followed your footprints, until the wind blew them away
Soft whispers around me, were all that were left
…And the sound of wind chimes in the garden
Mice scurry along the wall, seeking to find food to satisfy their hunger

I listen and try to know what you are saying
I shout my reply
We always think there is plenty of time
It happens to everyone

Sometimes we miss the opportunity of the moment
And when this moment is gone
There is no power that will bring it back
It is gone forever

It will not return
I access my own power
Which I find boundless
In the end, some things are impossible

February 18, 2018


Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

I long to regain some of those make more with those I have lost and yet there are no more....yes some things are impossible!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"I followed your footprints, until the wind blew them away...." How those words hit my heart. One does all one can and, sometimes, it isn't enough and there is no more we can do. Sigh. Beautifully expressed, my friend.

Gillena Cox said...

"I access my own power
Which I find boundless"

my favourite lines in your poem. It just nulls the effect of those fading footprints in the sand

Thank you for dropping by my Sunday Standard today Annell

much love...

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I have to confess I'm one who thinks there's plenty of time. But you and I both know that one day time will stop for me. I do regret the wasted moments, the hours tossed away on frivolities.

Colleen Looseleaf said...

I love this. It is so much like the one I just posted. I only wonder about "pink sand" and if it is a sign of dementia.

Anonymous said...

This combination should have been one of them, but you have proved that invalid!

brudberg said...

There are those moments, the missed opportunities, but we have to remember the time well used too.

R.K. Garon said...

I don't know why, but time seems to be increasingly irrelevant to me.
I enjoyed my reading, as usual...

kaykuala said...

I access my own power
Which I find boundless
In the end, some things are impossible

Missed opportunities can be educational. Some good can be trailing behind to benefit us in future!


Old Egg said...

Love hurts yet we cling on to it as we don't want to lose touch with our loved ones. I am asked on my poems why do you go back to relive those memories when to me it is vital to maintain those links, showing that you are faithful to them.

Mary said...

Just beautiful...whew, Annell, you have a gift with words. I just love "I followed your footsteps until the wind blew them away." That says sooooo much. And, yes, we have to use each moment, as in a blink of the eye the moment is gone. Sooooo true, and so well said.

Wendy Bourke said...

Great title and ending. A wonderfully constructed, beautifully rendered piece, that begins and closes with wisdom. Brilliant writing!

dsnake1 said...

i really enjoyed reading this poem.
there is a tone of regret in the poem, but the narrator understands that it is time to move on.
excellently written.

Thotpurge said...

We always think there is plenty of time... so true..and even though we know it...we still squander so much...great read.

M. A. S. said...

The words you picked for the ending hint at futility, which is far from the feeling I get from the poem. Impossible may not be bad. But waiting until something becomes impossible is a great mistake. I love it.

Sara McNulty said...

There is nothing to be done about past moments, except to get past them. Wonderful poem, Annell.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

I have read your words several times Annell and am taken by them. There is often sorrow in our memories and yes, the added loss of that missed moment, things we wish we could change – but can’t.
Something’s are impossible, oh that they weren’t.
Anna :o]

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