Know, life’s no length of happiness,
Imbued ‘tis in uncertainty,
Life’s little but imperfectness.
What defines life is fleetingness--
An artwork drawn on sands of sea,
Life is no length of happiness.
Scarce is eternity its case,
Nor its goal nor end ever be,
Its nickname is imperfectness
That gives to life meaning, no less--
A raft to rescue from mid sea,
Mere ticks define life’s happiness.
Mere moments, no more to get blessed--
Moments of immortality,
For life lives in imperfectness.
Joy and bliss is no ‘thing’ to guess,
Emanating from within me,
Life is no length of happiness,
It’s little but imperfectness.
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Villanelle |23.08.2024| life, joy, happiness
Poet’s note: Read also ‘O to live full, not long’.
Categories:
fleetingness, happiness, joy, life,
Form: Villanelle
No thank you.
I don’t agree.
The setting sun
does not remind me
of time’s fleetingness.
Discarded cups of yogurt
in the park do not remind
me of impending
ecological collapse.
The dark wings of crows
do not remind me
of death.
Just today, when I was
walking through the
sunlit park, I saw
a crow eating apple slices
out of a plastic bag,
squawking eagerly
with each crisp bite.
Categories:
fleetingness, bird,
Form: Free verse