Another day, another poem...
"Twine"
O, is life a string, alight at both ends,
Or an hourglass turned upon its head?
Hanging in the balance, falling like sands,
We chase youth and find only death instead.
We are mere cowards, living on the fringe;
Oblivious as time slips through our hands.
Made aware of our end only when singed
By the searing graze of a burning strand.
Yet when we see our forms begin to fray,
Our once-sightless eyes finally open;
Faced with the end, only then can we say:
By denial of death we have been broken.
O, is life a string, alight at both ends,
Or a burnt bridge, to which heaven extends?
----
I was recently told that my Mother has cancer, and while it's mild and early enough that it most likely won't be life-threatening, the ideas of mortality and the frailty of life have been weighing heavily on my mind. That's where this piece came from.
"Twine"
O, is life a string, alight at both ends,
Or an hourglass turned upon its head?
Hanging in the balance, falling like sands,
We chase youth and find only death instead.
We are mere cowards, living on the fringe;
Oblivious as time slips through our hands.
Made aware of our end only when singed
By the searing graze of a burning strand.
Yet when we see our forms begin to fray,
Our once-sightless eyes finally open;
Faced with the end, only then can we say:
By denial of death we have been broken.
O, is life a string, alight at both ends,
Or a burnt bridge, to which heaven extends?
----
I was recently told that my Mother has cancer, and while it's mild and early enough that it most likely won't be life-threatening, the ideas of mortality and the frailty of life have been weighing heavily on my mind. That's where this piece came from.
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