Time transcending
The beauty of change
Does The beauty of life transcend time?
Come and let us see.
The death and decay that winter brings,
a node of simpler things.
The flowers glow shines fresh light,
something new is beckoning.
We survived the long, cold nights,
what purpose does this bring?
The joyous laughter in the bright suns rays,
You can feel it if you'll see.
The beauty of life transcending time,
Does it bring or take away?
A lifeless slumber some say may come,
At the end of everything.
The seasons quiver at last resort,
In the warmth of the light of spring.
Some may fret and some may not,
At the revelation of these things.
Some may cry and some may sing,
Under the new light of beckoning.
About the Creator
Ashley Shiflett
I have always had a passion for writing.
I hope to share my love for stories with everyone that I meet. I'm hopeful that in some way they will motivate you, help you smile, or even encourage you through a difficult time.
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskarabout 16 hours ago in Feast
Comments (6)
I enjoyed the reverse version, something about it that I found up lifting
This is an inverse entry isn't it? Well done and good luck!
very well done, it was so well written
Just saw your reply to Skyler that this is for the Inverse challenge! I went back to read it in reverse and you nailed it perfectly!
Superbly written!!! Loved the inspirational poem!!!
Both exacting and exploratory, this poem brings out the radiance of existence and uplifts the thought of light.