We Are

This poem is about impermanence in life and relationships.

Like a rope that frays and snaps when one holds onto it for too long,
Like a flame that dies a slow but sure death in an upturned cruse
We are.

Like a cloud that is not faithful to a single phasis of the sky,
Like a butterfly that hop-skips from one capsule of nectar to another
We are.

Like the achene of a dandelion's blowball that is whisked away by the breath of the air,
Like the ebbing afterglow of an incandescent lamp
We are.

Like a moment lost and never to recur,
Like a stub of charred coal that will never harbor another flicker
We are.

Like this ephemera marked by breaths and beats,
Like a smaller impermanence in a larger impermanence
We are.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

interesting!
absolutely, nothin' is permanent in life neither any relations at all. it comes, & walks along with the phase of unbalanced velocity of unfathomable winds. kinda like the deep imagery here. ev'n the choice of words's quite captivating as well.

looking forward to readin' your work!

[Susanna Correya]

Impermanence is a recurrent motif in my works. Thank you for your review, Adams!

[Tony Jordan]

Where does the impermanence end you have me wondering.
Your vocabulary is stunning as is your ability to make the reader's jaw drop open in awe.

[Susanna Correya]

The impermanence doesn't end. Ironically, it's the only thing that's permanent. 🙂 Thank you for taking the time to review my work.