Sandra Adams Poet Free verse

Perceptive To the Fortuity

the fragility of a flower
quavering in autumn's draft
infallibly will succumb
to the rime of night

the capability to shield it
prevails in your hands
if only to prolong its life
from the foreordained path

imagine your own life
retained in your hands
your trembling fingers
grasping the tips of needles
wary of each droplet
perceptive to the fortuity
that each could mean
extended life or inevitable death

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Richard Lamoureux November 18, 2019 at 6:55 PM The shape of the flower captures moisture from the dew. If the flowers grow in the mountains, we call it Mountain Dew. ;0) Sandra Adams November 18, 2019 at 7:13 PM lol...mountain dew is way too sugary for me... it would probably put me in a coma... hugs

Chris Green November 18, 2019 at 7:50 AM Such a sad and heart touching poem about the true struggles one might have to deal with in life (and death). Situations confront us and we have to decide, do we fight it or give in. I say fight, which I suppose is easy for someone on the outside to say. This poem brought a tear this morning. Sandra Adams November 18, 2019 at 8:31 AM I hold my life in my hands every time I inject the insulin always praying that I gave the right amount to cover the meal. One drop too much could kill me. Everything effects the sugars stress,illness, exercise ... so what worked yesterday might not work today. Thank you my friend ... I am a fighter :) hugs

Vijay Pandit November 18, 2019 at 5:42 AM I feel the tone of sadness in this poignant write--the last stanza is so so troubling to the mind--stay strong my friend. You have succeeded brilliantly in communicating how fragile life can be. Sandra Adams November 18, 2019 at 7:17 AM Thank you so much my friend. People don’t realize how fragile a disease like this is. I hold the power of my own life or death in my hands. Hugs

Freddie Robinson Jr. November 18, 2019 at 4:39 AM Very deep poetry, San!! The existential question is heavy, like the gravity of the subject broached. I LOVE how your mind thinks! Great poem in my humble opinion. Supernova bright write. Love and smiles and smiles of joy forever. Sandra Adams November 18, 2019 at 7:16 AM Thank you so much. Depth of my mind’s thoughts is revealed for sure in this one. I hold the power of my own demise in my hands and pray everyday that I guess the right dosage and that my body doesn’t over react. Hugs Freddie Robinson Jr. November 18, 2019 at 4:41 AM Btw ... a great title! Love and more love always. Romantic Warrior

Anne-Lise Andresen November 18, 2019 at 4:25 AM - The mental strain is heavy to bear, Sandra - I feel it's your own life you write about ... you sit with the responsibility for your own life in your hands every day - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sandra Adams November 18, 2019 at 7:14 AM You are correct my friend. I hold my life and death in my hands daily knowing each drop could save me or kill me yet without it I would surely die. Hugs :)

Gershon Wolf November 17, 2019 at 9:51 PM I have taken up your challenge and tried to imagine holding life and death in my hands. And I am overwhelmed---just as I am overwhelmingly impressed with this delicate write. Bravo, Sandra! ~ gw