Or is it much more…
How much do
I get out of
Everything being this
Just this
And then
What’s it?
Where’s it gone?
Enjoying this
Which as soon as…
It’s already
That
A piece of life
Which was
Is
Life itself
Already happened
And was
Is
Here
Now
There
For you to enjoy
This now
Which is
Forever...
...Over.
But
tomorrow is
Sunday.
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14 comments:
Life, love...it is all fleeting, so magically transient. This poem has such a philosophical heart to it, it is truly mesmerising.
So true that the now is forever. Beautiful Poem. Have a great rest of the weekend :)
dulce, you are exactly right with these beautiful and thought- provoking words of truth...each moment, a treasure :)
¡Ay, mi linda amiga! Que bien me sientan tus versos, siempre.
Un besazo!!
you are excellent at this,
very ...
blushing!
Happy mother's Day!
Excellent!
As Frank Sinatra would say: "THAT'S LIFE!"
Hugs,
Your faithful follower pupil.
How much do
I get out of
Everything being this
Just this
those words were very poignant for me. It's like suffering from something you don't know and yet you can't stop screaming when it hurts
I so agree: time is a most elusive thing. That's why really only ever have the present.
Another beautiful, thoughtful piece Dulce!
Well Dulce, ya did it again! Yet I continue to ask, "Is the "now" forever? Or is the "forever" NOW?
Hmmmm. But I do not think you were addressing that question.
Excellent no-frills blog, giving lots to think about.
BTW, I still think that graphic, those lips, and teeth holding a heart hostage--is the best Avatar on the Internet. REALLY!
Peace...and remember: Take Care.
Wow.. new to ur blog.. but it seems I hv hit a poetic mine .. will check out all ur posts ..
In b/w Inviting u to comment on my poems ..
You write the most exquisite poem, Dulce!
Happy Mother's Day,my friend!
You look BEAUTIFUL, then and NOW!
You are such a wonderful friend and MOTHER!
May this Mother's Day be one of the best with more to come in years!
YOU ROCK, MOMMY!
hugs
shakira
Happy Sunday NOW.
Besos:)
tomorrow, tomorrow, there is always...tomorrow
wonderful words, lady dulce! and ironic that i'm coming here just now as i just finished responding to a comment about this very issue - love it!!!
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