The Whimsical Life

Life is a Janus-faced Siren,
The Death’s nemesis,
The soul’s swan song,
A black widow, 
A shimmering mirage,
A fleeting moment in time,
A trickster, A temptress,
An elusive chimera,
A heart breaker,
A dream-wrecker.

Tread lightly into her lair
Lest you provoke her ire;
A true confidant of Time,
Together they play havoc
with the soul of man,
Stripping him of all his luster,
Of all his flamboyant spirit.

Hold on to her 
But not too dearly,
Let go off her
But not too lavishly,
Walk not behind her,
But neither lead,
Fall in steps with her
And waltz with
the beat of time!


~"What Life Means to Me" contest by Jerry T curtis
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Dillenbeck Avatar
March 12, 2015 at 10:45 AM
Nicely pointed on the tipping place of time. Poignant.
Leiser Avatar
February 9, 2015 at 6:24 PM
Well done! Very creatively written. Hope you entered it in the What Life Means To Me contest!
Mandani Avatar
March 11, 2015 at 10:04 AM
Yes, I did enter the contest and Jerry Curtis seem to like it. Thanks for first, and only one so far, to comment. Appreciate very much.
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