The Moments of Your Life
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 05-05-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Each moment, bearing the universe anew
Comes and goes
As its story is told by fleeting thoughts
Flashing in an otherwise void
As slow paced photons
They shower each mind
As light does, each object
And lo, ......existence!
The moment is the essence
And onliness of existence
Presenting an ever so brief glimpse
Of reality, then suddenly, gone
Each one's universe
Created---recreated with each moment
Beginnings and endings occur each moment
Why worry of dimming lights
Why worry of fading dreams
As sunset ushers sunrise
Ending ushers beginning
Death ushers life anew
So then, the whole of life's story
Flashes as a movie, frame by frame
As the mind's memory weaves
Together its moments one by one
Sad moments
Though not nearly as sad as thought
Happy ones
Though not so happy as remembered
For the mind's eye does more than see
It dreams, and with each dream
We more than exist, we live
The heart beats the moment
And feels the dream
Dream by dream our lifetimes we compose
The precious moments overlooked
As woven memories
Cast their darkened shadows
Until finally the last dream goes
And when the last dream fades
We are left again with only moments
To decide our manner and time of death
Or,----------decide to dream anew!
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WOW!!!!!!!!!! I love it..I love it! You are very good..no..excellent. I appreciate this poem. Don't get me wrong..I appreciate all your poems. This one has to be my favirote..Which most likely is all of your poems. WONDERFUL WRITE ABSOULUTELY WONDERFUL!
Sad moments
Though not nearly as sad as thought
Happy ones
Though not so happy as remembered
Another way of saying we dreamers see the world through rose colored glasses? And I see my son sulking in the kitchen with his first broken heart, convinced it's the end of his world, and I look back at my fondest memories, wondering if I saw then the miracle in the moment as I do now.
Yes, dream or die, isn't that the question that plagues so many of us. See the old people coralled in the old folks home... who either thrive on their memories, or die in spite of them.
Spoken like a true philosopher. It's the many small moments that make up our lives. You have expressed your thoughts well, although sometimes a little over my head. I wrote a simpler poems expressing the same thoughts, I think. Check out mine called, "Many Small Moments" http://www.prose-n-poetry.com/display_work/17521
Right before my eyes I see glimpses of my dreams coming true, and in truth I know it works out okay, I do beleive in fairy tales and I do beleive in tomarrow even though I have never seen eigther one, great write, I love it, finish it off, good job, thanks,
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