Monday, November 19, 2012

What stays behind


Things you did
Things left undone
They all drift.
Shift into the oblivion.
Like the golden sand blown away.
Lost in the folds of time.
Forever!
What stays behind is
A faint scent
Lingering in the layers,
What you could have done
What you should have done.
And one fine day,
As you sift the warm sand
Through your fingers.
Those memories, regrets,
Smiles, tears,
All come alive.
A radiant you looks lovingly
On the mosaic
Titled
Life! 

10 comments:

  1. Yes, I think it's a very good description of it. :)

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  2. usually i'm not a fan of exclamation points but the crescendo of emotion is puncated perfectly with the !

    you did a great job of build and finish, here.

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    1. Thank you Lance. I am glad the ! blended. I was skeptical about using it too. But gave in to an instinct.

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  3. How wonderfully you depicted Life's mosaic with its "shouldas" and "couldas" in a constructive way! Nice poem, Ruby.

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    1. Thank you Sandra. It is so wonderful to hear such kind words from you.

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  4. Oh, those things - what if's and what nots and everything else in between. How burdensome they can get sometimes. I like the finish here - that of someone coming to terms with life. :-) Well said.

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    1. Thank you Imelda. I am so glad that you could relate so well with these words.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.