It’s Meet the Bar at dVerse, and Bjorn has
asked us to write a sonnet without rhyme, without
meter …a volta (two quatrains and two tercets)..
ala Pablo Nuerda.
Submitted to dVerse Meet the Bar
August 17, 2017
The pages of life’s calendar turn inexorably onward
and I find the phrase “the last time” plays often in
my mind. A dear one passes into the Great Perhaps
and my thoughts turn to our last words to each other.
It is easy to suffer some minor offense, stuff it in our
backpack and carry it with us. How much lighter our
backpack if we take the time to make peace, and know
each night, if it’s our last, we’ve left no words unsaid.
Life unfolds by startling circumstance that sometimes plunders
opportunities to make our “last times” what we might wish
them to be, and we find ourselves left full of words.
If we approach each instance as “the last time“, how different
our demeanor, whether it’s a kind word or simply taking
the time to notice a sunrise, a sunset, a shower, or a birdsong.