Not one for resolutions
She committed to no change
She lived her life, post January one
As previously arranged
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Demolish habits long ingrained?
Shun drink? Self prohibition?
Transform image ~ rebellious, bold
Complacency? Contrition?
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What thrill or fun would that produce?
Experiences deny?
I’m traveling fast and light, she mused
Livin’ hard ’til the day I die
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checking again wanting what won't be no text no call discarded, me Mama was right
*photo prompt by Poets United
you slip out of bed
and out of country
so easy
you become
the one in charge
you slip from my arms
and from my safety
so easy
to assume
the role, enlarge
you slip ‘neath all eyes
avoid detection
so easy
using wisdom
lead the march
you slip from the life
that we created
so easy
no victim
but my heart
Will I go to hell
For this lust
Wanting you,
Fully,
Body and soul?
Will I be condemned
To perdition
By consuming you
Gluttonously,
Whole?
Will I be denied life eternal
For greedily
Taking
You,
More?
Will I be damned
In this lifetime,
For slothfully
Becoming
Your whore?
Will I be cast
Into oblivion
When my wrath
Spews forth
At your neglect?
Will I lose my place
In God’s heaven
When I envy her
Me,
You reject?
Will I go to jail
Life behind bars?
When passion, pride
Crime,
I‘m suspect?
Will I?
What the hell do you think?
“We are like children building a sand castle. We embellish it with beautiful shells, bits of driftwood, and pieces of colored glass. The castle is ours, off limits to others. We’re willing to attack if others threaten to hurt it. Yet despite all our attachment, we know that the tide will inevitably come in and sweep the sand castle away. The trick is to enjoy it fully but without clinging, and when the time comes, let it dissolve back into the sea.”
And here is what came from it…
This day
May be my last.
I do not think this is the case.
Whoever does?
But of course, it could be.
If it is, then,
When my clock strikes before stopping,
Will I have lived this last day perfectly?
Will I have
Thrilled at every wonder?
Savored precious moments?
Smelled the Jasmine, Honeysuckle, Sweet Acacia, you?
Given all I had to give,
Left nothing worth this earthly passage wasted?
Will I have touched, loved, caressed, smiled, encouraged, adored, amused
At every opportunity?
This day
May be my last.
Better get busy!