Life is short but long enough
to make plans and make
some dreams come true
Life is kind and generous
it offers time for second chances
and even a string of redos
Life is short but in the end
you'll be liable for what you've done
but equally for what you didn't do
Use your time wisely ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Categories:
redos, appreciation, judgement, life, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
"Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air,
drink, taste the fruit and resign yourself to the
influence of the earth." Henry David Thoreau
~ ~ ~
Oh dear- our summer's going fast
with August, more than half-way, done.
Each day grows shorter with less sun;
but how we wish this stage could last.
September seems much closer now;
just yesterday, came spring's rebirth.
So soon, the autumn paints the earth
from greens to golds- redos each bough.
And so it goes, each season's stay
is but a gift earth grants in stride.
Embrace the pleasures they provide-
those special joys they bring our way.
August 17, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 2, August 2019 - Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
Categories:
redos, seasons, tribute,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
in hindsight how trivial it seems
workaholic’s constant judging
the need to be in control
striving for lofty standards
of overpriced perfection
the wasted opportunities
to bond with family and friends
and forge lasting memories
missed and gone with the wind
no second chances or redos
time never more precious
life’s a series of new beginnings it’s said
of turning pages and starting over
so now’s come the time to focus on myself
to drop the act and renovate my inner home
where I’ll retire and spend my life what’s left
the time is now to gather and unclutter
decide what’s of value and truly will to treasure
no time like now to focus on the gallery of my heart
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on October 22, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (31) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on October 13, 2018
Categories:
redos, introspection, life, perspective, stress,
Form: Free verse
Quietly I sit,
eyes trying to clear out the cobwebs of sleep.
Coffee, strong and dark in hand
I step silent through the yard
traversing the well worn paths I've laid,
my little dog at my side.
Footsteps fall, soft and unsteady
as I walk the perimeter of life
that is newly born and just a start to the season
and he, sniffs the air scented by the blossoms.
Red, pink, white roses slip from bud to flowers
basking in the early morning sun in sweet bouquets
warmed and watered by the humid air
following torrential rains and the chill it brought.
Pausing in strategicly placed chairs
I take it in, breathing deep the fragrance on the wind,
contemplating the years so quickly lost to time,
and the wonders I recall within their fading shadows.
How fleeting were the days, the weeks and years
now culminating here in complete satisfaction
knowing nothing can be undone
it is what it is, no redos.
Onto my lap, my dog jumps up
seeking attention from my distracted ponderances
a repetitious stroke upon his head is enough
and I am at peace with the time that is
waiting on the edge of forever.
Categories:
redos, age, memory, time,
Form: Free verse
My Everything
You were my everything
my friend and lover
in summer, winter, spring.
What’s been done cannot be recovered
as time passes and eases in
we slip away, one from the other.
You go your way and I go mine
once found love
is often lost in time.
The mind forgets, blocked by living
and gains late in its wisdom
seeing and facing our misgivings.
There are no redos only reruns
of all that happened or occurred
and in looking back we see the scores.
Ten for you, a five for me
nothing set us totally free.
You were my everything
and I let you go
too late to take back that “no”.
Sliding with the times, no stopping any more
change is quickly coming
I can here drummers drumming.
Spring turns to winter
youth fading in the climb
as memory clouds with time.
A final, one last blessing
song for the lonely lost heart
with nothing left to impart.
Categories:
redos, conflict, goodbye, love hurts,
Form: Verse
I don’t know where
this day is taking me.
Each one seems to be an unplanned surprise
with chores and tasks that need be done
or happily with distractions, put aside.
I guess I never really knew
where the months and years were going
and there is some satisfaction in not knowing.
I awoke and rose with little expectations
and everything
fell into place without hesitation.
I was lucky or perhaps blessed
whichever you choose or guess.
My life moved forward simply
each day faster and more quickly.
All participants proceeded to play their parts
and now and then
they shared their hearts.
Now living quietly and reflecting upon each day
I realized every one
was an opportunity to pray.
I have few regrets or desires of redos
for every day
was a blessing shared with you.
There are no reruns, nothing left undone
thank you God,
thank you everyone.
Categories:
redos, life, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme