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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

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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)

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.

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.

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.

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 :)

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