Even a second can upset
the delicate balance of life
everything can change
in the beat of a heart
I knew going in
my life would change forever
that my comfortable existence
would be torn all apart
faint fingers of mist
climbed my mountainside
I had been soft as a feather
I had been hard as a rock
I had probed Mother Nature
I had listened as she spoke
nothing had prepared me for
the earthquake that followed
my breathing failed
my heartbeat like thunder
I had just floated along
till the look in her eyes
took me under
there are many things about us
I don’t understand
I always thought that blind faith
would be lacking in me
I needed to see
To hear
to feel
to hold it in my hand
I can now acknowledge faith
I don’t say I believe
as somethings remain
a big mystery
a lonely leaf falls
a timeless, tireless
Cicada sings
fall is moving on to
my mountainside fast
I still hear the echoes
of things to come
and the murmurs
of the past
I throw down my pretensions
and turn them into art
as I listen to the balance change
between the beats of my heart
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Author:
WL (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Painting and poem of change and renewal
- Category: Reflection
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An absolutely beautiful poem, Bill! Loved the last stanza (it was all great) because it was so relatable! Thanks for sharing such a great one!
Thanks Christina, I am happy you could relate to my poem
46 years into a marriage and still, things mystify me, about her, about us. My faith in her, in us, all of us now, still remains. I believe the "earthquake" happened the moment I met her, she would challenge that notion. We still look ahead to a future together, and more and more we harken back to memories.
Well, to say I loved your poem would not do it justice. I was caught by the first stanza, confirmed by the second, and succumbed by the third and fourth. Thus enthralled, I read on through stanzas 5, 6, and 7. Then, you gave us the 8th, a loophole out, a method of expression, and a summation of all that proceeded. A fantastic journey, a wonderful poem, one that I must save. _ Phil A.
Thanks Phil , I have a 43 year marriage that this is drawn from . You understood this poem and conveyed the essence beautifully thank you , I am going to friend you I think we probably are on the same wavelength
Beautiful write WL.
That artwork is wonderful.
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