smoke rises from where
we used to have a life
where we raised our kids
me and my resolute wife
now no one was lost
not even that stubborn old mule
what was lost can't be measured
the hand fate dealt was so cruel
gone are the tractors , the saddles and bits
shovels, rakes and all of the hoes
next years seeds and this years hay
trampled by fate , oh so it goes
as that smoke drifted eerily up
in the poignant hours of early dawn
so we too shall begin to rise up
start an honest rebuild , to carry on
there's one thing we've learned
me and my passionate wife
that's not to take things for granted
in this fragile but wonderful life .
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2017 09:32
- Comment from author about the poem: Painting and poem to the fragile nature of life , a topic on my mind a lot these days . This is not autobiographical.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
"Fragile but wonderful", indeed, WL! A wonderfully expressed write on the true values in life.
Good write WL.
Well expressed Bill
Very good poem! And sage advice as well! Thanks for sharing this beauty of a poem.
Great, great poem, WL! And the painting fits it so well!
Your whole poem is just outstanding, and love that last stanza. While life IS wonderful, it certainly is very fragile.
Super write, so true. All any of us can and should do is start again.
Wonderful artwork WL.
Great write in a subject that happens so often. We, instead of value things we have we take it for granted and leave. Sad but true.
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