The sojourn of living is listed
annually,
Segmented and singularly delineated.
Ticks of achievements
circled to recall,
Notches of disappointments
all crossed.
A long view tantalizes
exciting possibilities,
While the short term
courts sterner reality.
Sprigs of inspiring
newness emerge gradually,
Tendrils of blossoming
thoughts soon revealed.
Rustic years of simple alignment
and old habits,
Resolutions repetitively
paced within a promise.
Life itself captured in
daily successes and failings,
Turning pages as pasts and
futures move on apace.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 02/01/2014
ticking boxes,recording success and failure... we all categorize our lives in some form or fashion... great poem...
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Eileen. I think about turning pages as pasts and futures move on. Strikes me as a brilliant thought. Every day lived becomes the past the next day, and the future becomes the present soon enough. And the older one becomes, we realize 'short term' is the way to go, I think. Easier to grasp than long term at a certain point. I enjoyed this, Eileen.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Eileen....this is a brilliant poem...crafted so well!!
ReplyDeleteA long view tantalizes exciting possibilities,
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A lot of excitements on the longer term and realities in the short-term. Great observations Eileen! This can be a guide to future expectations coming one's way!
Hank
Yes, it's like that -- a true whirlwind of experiences and emotions. Loved this, Eileen!
ReplyDeleteDon't we just love putting things in boxes, metaphorically or literally. Oh to be rich enough to dispense with those strictures and just enjoy life.
ReplyDeleteoh those resolutions on these calender days...
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