'All That Jazz'

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Thu, 10 Mar 2016
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Carpe Diem, and all that jazz...
you preach to me...’Seize the Day’,
live it as if there’s no tomorrow...
and here, I am...dreading
what lies in store.
 
More X-rays, more tests...
on that roller-coaster of a ride
before it inevitably slams
into the buffers.
 
So why, I want to know? Why
not live this day to come as if 
it were my first and my only one;
 
how precious then, seeing 
the sunrise, like Adam and Eve
in that garden...
 
watching the sun – peep
golden, so very shyly at first 
from its canopy of trees?
 
So...turn my careworn bed 
toward the garden...open wide
the curtains; my hands – fingers,
pale fishes ‘neath the water
in this bowl as you wash them;
 
brush and comb my hair, glance 
out the window as you do.  Witness
morning dew as the anointer 
of each living, breathing thing;
even insects, crawling
over stones. 
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Maybe the first thing about making the most of a day is to see it with fresh eyes of wonder. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Absolutely, Rhiannon.  You got it in one.

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

What a gorgeous word painting, embracing life.  Beauty in the small details of life.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Yes, indeed.  It is always those little things mean the most.smiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

The image of the fishes of fingers being washed in a bowl got me as much as the wonderful assonance. Yes, turn that bed to face the garden so the now can be fully appreciated. Lovely poem, Tina. Positive, yet empathetic and  sad. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hello there, dear Bee.  When my late daughter used to visit various local hospices, in her capacity as  Medical Lecturer for Herts Postgraduate Medical School, she learned so very many things from the residents there, and turning their beds so they could see out into the world was so very important to them...that, and having just someone to hold their hand when they were feeling low; her experiences, relayed to me, were indeed the inspiration for this poem.  

Many thanks for your words, Bee.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Wonderful words of wisdom in this poem Tina. I like that you mention each living breathing thing; even insects crawling over stones. We shouldn't ever forget the tiny creatures.

Very much enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Jenny, I have just walked up my hill (marshy, and very wet though it is) to feed next door's chickens, and I saw very many insects crawling over stones...most of them worms I must admit come out to enjoy the sunshine and the mudsmiley

Thanks to you for reading, and I am so pleased you enjoyed.

Tina

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Each of us is a miniscule bit of the universe... and that tiny bit is is conscious of the entirity which is unimaginably vast... and our time is so short here that every second of day should be used to absorb  whatever we can ...  

intriguing poem!

Terry

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

How right you are, Terry.  We are as but grains of sand on an endless desert.  

Many thanks for sharing your inspiring thoughts.

Hope your weekend is a peaceful one.

Tinasmiley