Sally Eslinger Poet Free verse

The All We Are

You’ll hear it said,
“Our  lives are but  a—
       Blink!
                    …Hardly
         an instant-in-time
In an infinite/cosmic 
                     timelinedesign…”
But see
That we are created each unique,
Like snowflakes 
Swirling
    with incandescent beauty
    over lamplit streets…
 Bearing divinely bequeathed
Patterns 
    of particular possibilities…

Our  lives each shining to inspire,
Like winking stars 
    seen piercing 
       the dark

Like candles afire —
Bright flames to flicker
Hope
    over the suffering life may bring…

~ Like the grasses and flowers everywhere 
Purposed in the symphony of being
To
 Grow
    from dust  on ‘til wilting’s return
        to dust, all
           meant metaphors for each of us…

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Richard Lamoureux July 1, 2025 at 6:09 AM After reading your comment to Tom, I had to come check out your poem. You stitched it together wonderfully. I’m glad I dropped by.

Paula Goldsmith June 30, 2025 at 9:56 AM I always enjoy reading your work. What a wonderful "The All We Are" write. Yes, we are all unique just like the snowflakes. Where does the time go??? Years go by so fast... Have a very blessed day writing away........

Speaks Volumes May 28, 2025 at 9:37 AM oh dear Sally I keep looking and waiting for your next poem. April and May - no poem from you. Please come back to writing. You are in my prayers that your health has improved and that you are happy and safe, Many like me, miss you dear Sally. I admire you so much.

Victor Buhagiar May 19, 2025 at 1:17 PM We may be a blink of an eye. Yet it is a pity you stopped writing. Never give up.

Duke Beaufort April 22, 2025 at 4:42 AM Sally, I think you have a grasp on what life is all about. You put it eloquently. I suppose we do have to suffer, and that makes us understand a lot. We get to blossom and then.... You're making me smile!!

Sally Eslinger March 20, 2025 at 4:42 AM Lovely, Joanna! Thank you for the peace this POTD brings!

Joe Maverick March 13, 2025 at 1:31 PM Quite a write..Albeit a musty one its quite a delight.' I trust all is well there.?

Nette Onclaud March 8, 2025 at 10:20 PM so many fishes in the sea but no one like the other...stunning work on individuality and the precious hsndling of time...keep.on shining, sally and thanks for commenting on my poems!

Victor Buhagiar March 6, 2025 at 3:21 AM Great poem including metaphors and imagery.

Ink Empress March 6, 2025 at 1:09 AM Ah what a deep and profound poem woven with such brilliant metaphors and imagery, i love the flow of your words and depth of what youv expressed here, truly hits the soul so very strong: we are all special in our own unique ways, and we all deserve to be celebrated and appreciate for our own individual special traits and characteristics as well as skills! I love the way youv used nature to depict so much! And this is what i believe too! Which is why it is easily a FAVE for me! Sending you light

Valsa George March 5, 2025 at 9:55 PM Our life may be short, but we are created unique and are entrusted with specific missions. Brief though our existence be, we are supposed to shed light like a candle or grow like flowers that sprout from soil and give joy until they wilt and return to soil. We should also thus fulfil our purpose until we return to dust. Beautiful poem, dear Sally.

Mystic Rose Rose March 5, 2025 at 12:02 PM we are like metaphors but oh so much more , like a candle that burns bright, and before flickering out leaves the memory of its beautiful eternal flame So beautiful Sally, I enjoyed every word.

Joseph P. DiMino March 4, 2025 at 8:32 AM "Our lives each shining to inspire, Like winking stars seen piercing the dark" -- there is no example of complete death or annihilation in the world. Just graceful and profound, abrupt change. Nothing goes out of existence...why should we be so different? Why not a universe of cooperative thought and feeling in a speck of sand? We know so little of death, even life...yet assume volumes full.

Victor Buhagiar March 4, 2025 at 7:38 AM God is eternal and we are a speck in time. Your imagery is wonderful and makes one think.

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 4, 2025 at 5:46 AM Dear Sally, this was breathtaking! The way you weaved time, individuality, and purpose into a celestial and earthly dance was stunning. As I read I thought how your words shimmer with both wonder and wisdom almost like snowflakes, stars, and flames, each uniquely brilliant. A truly moving and inspiring piece! Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Bj Legros Kelley March 3, 2025 at 10:38 PM We are each truly unique, and yes, life sure does go by quickly, but we each have something to offer those on our journey, before the dust falls and our spirits fly home! Insightful poem Sally, I hope you are well <3 Sally Eslinger March 4, 2025 at 3:21 AM Thanks Bj!yes, i think every life from it’s formation, has a story, even if thatonly would focus on the two people who made him/her to then it’s stillbirth, or abortion, or life journey of 99 yrs. There are none with our fingerprints…God knows the # of hairs on each head! God does not see us as Groups, like immigrants or the conservatives, but as a son or daughter with a Meaning. xox sally