What now?
Where to now?
Place
in time.
Now.
Path
to today,
faded,
gone.
Gone away.
Never to
be no
more.
No way
back.
Looking around.
Here is
now.
In the
moment,
one after
the next.
See what
there is.
What
to work
with?
New ideas
bubbling up.
Old ideas
vanishing.
Dying off,
drying up
one by one.
Soon, all
will be gone.
Brave
new world,
with
nobody
else to
blame.
Pot shots
are easy.
Look around.
All yours
now.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 5th, 2021 20:32
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
Comments2
Each moment is so different and we must treasure each one in that moment before they are gone.
Andy
So true Andy, however, some moments are easier to cherish than others. 😉
that artwork is so impactful
the profound distinction
between the closed eyes in the corner
whether through despair or acceptance
and that, bold - accusatory glare at the front
with those hauntingly beautiful eyes,
creates such an unnerving feel
as if, just by looking at the artwork
we're trespassing
on something, so delicately private..
and how your words
give voice to those defiant eyes
all together, what a wonderful marriage
of art and poetry..
thank you for sharing!
(may I ask who the artist is, dear poet)
Hi LBM,
Thank you for your kind take.
Unfortunately, I do not know the artist. Found the picture on a Google search.
JP
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