Interesting how our gods all fall to pieces
when crisis comes knocking at our door.
Life in disarray lies before us
with no way of putting it back together again.
Looking into the eyes of hopelessness
shocks us into reality.
Invincible has no definition in our world;
We all sit on the wall waiting to fall.
Interesting how our gods fall to the floor
When crisis comes knock knocking at our door.
Inspired by a poem I read by Paul Vincent Cannon – Birthed by Silence
Birthed By Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Posting on d’Verse Poets Pub open link night! Frank asked us to put a couplet at the end of our poem. I hope this meets the criterion.
Aging rusts the soul
Life scattered like lights and doors
Falling leaves hide rust
Autumn Contemplation shows
Nature reclaims everything
Photo: Marc Andrew
Frank Tassone asked us to consider Autumn Contemplation, as we come to the end of this long hot summer. There are many ways autumn makes us stop and think about life. Nature, aging, and the combination of both remind me I am not invincible. When I was young, aging seemed far off, but now I am in the autumn of my life and realize in time I too will be like the car in the photo above. When gone, I will be remembered in bits and pieces, but soon, those too will fall by the wayside and the leaves of time will cover all. I decided to use this great photo again and write from a little different perspective. I am using it with permission from my nephew, Marc Andrew.
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Check out my previous post for another perspective!
You might think ignorance and self-confidence are a strange combination, but when it comes to life, they are sometimes the secret to success. When we are young and invincible, we are ready to try anything. As we get older we are less and less inclined. We are fortunate not to know what the future holds.
Ignorance and self-confidence
Take us places where
Rational thinking might slam the door.
Telling us it is too hard
…beyond our abilities.
Getting married // having a baby
Being a parent // growing old
All come without instructions.
Still // we step into the unknown
Thankfully ignorant of what the future holds
Knowing that somehow // we will make it
To the end //mistakes and all
Photo: Jim Bowman
Linville Gorge is a favorite hiking spot in the North Carolina Blue Ridge Mountains. You can see the cliffs that shadow each side rising high above the trees and falls below. Although there are warning signs telling hikers of the danger of getting to close to the edge, you can see in the photo, some still do not listen. Several hikers over the years have been drawn to the edge like the beauty of a sirens song, only to make one slip and fall to their death. I believe there is something in our wild nature of invincibility that tells us we can handle it. It won’t happen to me. Sadly we may only get one chance to find out how wrong we were to believe that.
Standing on the edge
of natures awesome beauty
One slip ends it all
No Soft landing here…
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
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