Strange thing this, to sit with silence –
millennia of regret; cold stones at our backs.
Clutching worry in work-worn hands,
we balance, fearful, on this brittle plinth,
while the gift of the unopened moment
lays unnoticed at our feet.
Filed under Couplets, Free Verse, Poetry
Tagged as anxiety, future, gift, mindfulness, moment, past, present, regret, worry, worry beads
Mysteries, histories, and presents….oh life, you do bring us interesting boons and stressful curiosities. I’ll count the fact that we were just given TWO of your lovely, elusive works in one day as one of the former. 😀
Lovely title to play with the idea of riches that lie in our own hands.. great linguistic choices to highlight the trouble we often have in unwrapping that moment. Now. Here.
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