Arithmetic/Time
The pain felt when all
Is over; skin hits asphalt
Vultures roost nearby,
But that is not the story,
It is love refusing to die.
Rolling in the grass
Off the road, beside, reaching
For Heaven’s embrace,
Pale a moon face challenges
The night to blot out light.
Beauty unwaning
The years consume every time,
Gifts made to offer
Educating heart, mind, soul
But still seeking meaning bold.
Who, Who, an echo
Through deep darkling moments, lost
No answer, the cat
Licks the saucer placed before
Here where strangers could soon run.
This is not just now
This is the sum of equations
Worked out through ages
Everything is, nothing left
Outside the hours which survive.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Have you ever wanted something to be true, but all the answers came up empty? I hope it has not happened often.
Asphalt burns after you slide along it, acquiring a scrape. It burns long after too. Life can be that way. Riding a wagon steering with the tongue almost guarantees it. Hurt teaches, if one survives. Fire is no fun, though, when a fall is taken.
I hope all is well with you and wherever you are. Bless you!
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