Last Actor In Scotland
He was words
Me the willing ear
Words pleased me.
Mind aching
With deep need
Words teased me.
His depth of voice
Actor upon stage
Me applauding.
Play on stage
Drew me in
Loved pretending.
A thousands miles
Disappearing
Minds melding.
Rising up to
Share his stage
Passion enacted.
Hesitant
Frozen in time
Then melting.
Reaching out
Across the chasm
Sweetly connecting.
Shared faux love
Till final curtain
Magic fleeting.
Make believe
Words withdrawn
Abrupt rejecting.
Bittersweet
Ache for words
Sad accepting
Ethereal wisps of passion
Echoing softly
From his essence.
Oft night breezes carry faintly perceived voice
Etching sweet words on the fragile surface of my soul
To gently calm me.
Embedded in dreams
Bittersweet memories
Through eternity shall never leave me...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
What If...
What If...
I don't claim to be a poet by any means. Once in awhile though, the mood strikes me. When I discovered this old one of mine rated third out of 54 on Helium, I thought I should share it.
What If...
by perowlifick
Idea meandering through my mind,
Like a recurring mantra changing only in word
Never in premise.
Idea eternal never absent
Still causing me to ponder
What if...
What if just as the invisible to the human eye atom
We are tiny specks of humanity
Barely visible to some larger entity
Looming over us in the physical sense
A race of living Gullivers
To our Lilliputian existence,
Might they accidentally stomp out our lifeblood
Leaving behind an unnoticeable blot on some sidewalk
Of a size we cannot comprehend.
Without malice
As we unknowingly crush an ant
What if
Insignificantly we are blown through life
As mere specks within the wind
And what if after death
It is as if we were not here
As if we had not existed
Not lived out our years within our space
On our planet Earth
What if
After a lifetime of endeavoring to make a difference
Bettering or achieving fame or wealth
Or simply fulfilling our own desires
We leave emptiness behind
What if as the struggling ant
We have absolutely no effect
Conversely
What if
Instead
One among us commits one random act of human kindness
The resulting effect of which ripples to reach many
Happiness, caring, offering a hand to the fallen
Just a single act of giving
Not expecting any compensation
Extending a bit of hope to another
Unselfishly, not seeking recognition before we go
What if
Instead of the nothingness
A trace of kindness could be left behind...
Perowlifick 2007
Posted by writingbyperowlifick at 6:12 AM
I don't claim to be a poet by any means. Once in awhile though, the mood strikes me. When I discovered this old one of mine rated third out of 54 on Helium, I thought I should share it.
What If...
by perowlifick
Idea meandering through my mind,
Like a recurring mantra changing only in word
Never in premise.
Idea eternal never absent
Still causing me to ponder
What if...
What if just as the invisible to the human eye atom
We are tiny specks of humanity
Barely visible to some larger entity
Looming over us in the physical sense
A race of living Gullivers
To our Lilliputian existence,
Might they accidentally stomp out our lifeblood
Leaving behind an unnoticeable blot on some sidewalk
Of a size we cannot comprehend.
Without malice
As we unknowingly crush an ant
What if
Insignificantly we are blown through life
As mere specks within the wind
And what if after death
It is as if we were not here
As if we had not existed
Not lived out our years within our space
On our planet Earth
What if
After a lifetime of endeavoring to make a difference
Bettering or achieving fame or wealth
Or simply fulfilling our own desires
We leave emptiness behind
What if as the struggling ant
We have absolutely no effect
Conversely
What if
Instead
One among us commits one random act of human kindness
The resulting effect of which ripples to reach many
Happiness, caring, offering a hand to the fallen
Just a single act of giving
Not expecting any compensation
Extending a bit of hope to another
Unselfishly, not seeking recognition before we go
What if
Instead of the nothingness
A trace of kindness could be left behind...
Perowlifick 2007
Posted by writingbyperowlifick at 6:12 AM
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