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
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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.
A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
What wisdom in this...if only we could live this way, we could never have regrets!
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful and true. I love the backpack metaphor; it works so well. Thanks for this, Bev!
ReplyDeleteIf only more of us, seniors & youth & tweeners, could live life like this. I manage such compassion & wisdom about 10 minutes every other day--so at least--like Christ Consciousness, your views hold hunks of truth, and goals to strive for; good luck to all us--pray for Barcelona.
ReplyDeleteGood point about those last words said to someone.
ReplyDeleteThat would be a good approach to life Bev ~ We can certainly use more kindness and consideration to others ~
ReplyDeleteIf we did, so much more peaceful it could be... we do have to carry a lot of weight around.
ReplyDeleteThis poem is a pearl of wisdom. "If we approach each instance as “the last time“," If we really could life would be so so different.
ReplyDeletehave you been reading my mind, Bev? Your poem is so true:
ReplyDelete'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'.
Deep and profound thinking at play here and sound advice for the traveler in life. Wonderful stuff Bev.
ReplyDeleteIf we approach each instance as “the last time“, how different
ReplyDeleteour demeanor.... so true, a great lesson
this is so beautiful...loved this...a right perspective...!
ReplyDeleteOur loads would certainly be a lot lighter!! We don't use always think due to distractions and life getting in the way.
ReplyDeleteSo much wisdom. I try to carry this with me.
ReplyDeleteAn important reminder, nicely worded, Beverly!
ReplyDeleteI so relate! And I love 'the Great Perhaps'!
ReplyDeleteI do like this wise poem Bev. So great in its simplicity and so rich in its wisdom.
ReplyDeleteSoulful, profound and beautiful. A wonderful reminder of what matters.
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