Saturday (June 18th) , I wrote this poem at the Round Rock Writers Guild Word Yoga (poetry) exercise Zoom workshop. My friend, Kathrine, said she wanted to see it here. Who am I to disagree?
Her excellent blog is published at: https://lklatham.com/. Her exceptionally wonderful books of dark, speculative fiction designed to beguile the imagination and convince you the things that go bump in the night are real is sold wherever great lit can be had.
A Moment of Time
My mantra is right here, right now
in this place with my life
that is the sum total
of forty-million moments;
some so frightening
I thought I would die,
others so boring
I thought I would die,
but here I am,
right here, right now,
just me—Mister Bill—
and my 40-million moments,
greedily hoping for
ten or twenty million more,
when frightening or boring
are equally
(un)important to me.
Look both ways with awareness of time, but this moment is all we have.
Mind the gaps for good days and bad, as pleasantry is a matter of perspective.
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Well done. Life is but a series of moments.
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Thank you.
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Kathrine was right, Bill. This one belongs here. It’s a mantra and perspective I share, so your poetic rendering is both pleasing and reaffirming.
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Thank you, Marilyn.
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So very glad Kathrine insisted!
It’s all about the moments and I’m all about the mantra.
May you have 20 million and more, MORE!
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Thank you, Dale. 🙂
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Kathrine definitely had it right. Here, and out there, is where it belongs. A great mantra Bill.
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Thank you, Peter.
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Brilliant–I thoroughly enjoyed!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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