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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

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019

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Richard Lamoureux Date: 11/18/2019 6:55:00 PM The shape of the flower captures moisture from the dew. If the flowers grow in the mountains, we call it Mountain Dew. ;0) Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 11/18/2019 7:13:00 PM lol...mountain dew is way too sugary for me... it would probably put me in a coma... hugs

Chris Green Date: 11/18/2019 7:50:00 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. Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 11/18/2019 8:31:00 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 Date: 11/18/2019 5:42:00 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. Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 11/18/2019 7:17:00 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. Date: 11/18/2019 4:39:00 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. Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 11/18/2019 7:16:00 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. Date: 11/18/2019 4:41:00 AM Btw ... a great title! Love and more love always. Romantic Warrior

Anne-Lise Andresen Date: 11/18/2019 4:25:00 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 :) Login to Reply Sandra Adams Date: 11/18/2019 7:14:00 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 Date: 11/17/2019 9:51:00 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 Login to Reply