Absence

spilleronsheet

Midst of summer

spring

autumn or winter

presence was around 

but never missed

 

alas 

who knew

absence 

created a hole

a habit of missing

and finding  presence in unobvious things

 

like a star 

natural it may 

but what if one day they vanish away ?

  • Author: spilleronsheet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2022 02:26
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    They may well vanish but in life there will always be something to replace them and bring your life to fulfilment once again.

    Andy

    • spilleronsheet

      Yes
      Looking above those lines
      Maybe someone shall replace those fading memories inside
      Thanks dear Andy for showing sunshine

    • dusk arising

      To easily we take so much of creation for granted, afterall it is like a backdrop to our selfish lives. Then one day we realise and cherish.
      If those stars were taken away i should surely miss them, but if they were never there then there are plenty of other wonders all around us so capable of filling us with awe.

      • spilleronsheet

        Very true
        Beauty is there in variety
        Often we are ignorant too realise
        Fixated by only one kind
        Until alas there is end of life

      • Rozina

        Yes true. Some are replaceable, but some are not. Enjoy the moments as long as we can see, move, breathe!

        • spilleronsheet

          So true dear Rozina
          Enjoy and love every moment till one can breathe

        • L. B. Mek

          'then look upon them
          every opportunity you get
          encase them in that carbon, memory
          of your life's, mementos and worry
          no more...!'
          (a wonderful shorty
          thanks for the read, dear poet)

          • spilleronsheet

            A beautiful poetry in reply and such a gentle advice
            Yes they are treasured in the heart inside
            Always inside
            Never abandoning the mind
            Those were the real moments of life
            They are today as well
            But in somewhere else
            Wonder if they remember us when seeing unobvious things around
            Like stars visible here
            Are they remembrance to them as well

          • Rocky Lagou

            "It's a song that we were born to sing, about the end of everything" 💖👍 Lovely poem.

            • spilleronsheet

              Thanks dear reader and what a beautiful reply
              Much appreciated



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