A poem: One Life

Robin's Nest

The azaleas bloomed,

Pinks and whites against a backdrop of summer grass waiting for the heat to rise

Yellow dust, pollen lust, coats the landscape

Spontaneous and unstable, whisked away by an afternoon rain or an April breeze

This is the season of birth, of new life, of one life

I hear the songs that fill the trees after a winter of silence

The cold demands stillness, rest and peace

We sleep through the madness ahead of us, deep breathes and short exhales

As lifeless limbs mint new foliage, sticky sheets that I will cuss in the Fall

In a Primrose hedge, blue eggs in a woven basket of twigs speak to a coming attraction

Hungry fledglings who will be unprepared for the cruelty of the world

Pushed out of a nest to accept an uncertain fate

This is the season of birth, of new life, of one life

Centered in this commotion I wait for signs,

Answers from God that my course is true, though shorter than yesterday

At a time in life when whys outweigh the what’s,

And silence suffers in front me,

I sense a closeness of closure, mine and yours

My space and distance has grown narrow but is filled with self-doubt and angst

What will I see today that can’t be solved tomorrow

What will tomorrow bring that I didn’t anticipate today

Instead of asking it is best to feel,

And accept the gratefulness of another day

To wash our souls in the affirmation that each moment is a gift

While the rhymes and the reasons are simply footnotes,

Which will be read at the end of the chapter, titled One Life


An original composition by the author of Ends and Beginnings

About ends and beginnings blog

I am a frustrated writer and poet waiting to be discovered. A stand-up philosopher performing on a street corner near you. A Christian with questions but I don’t want to hear your answers. A Buddhist with a bumper sticker on my truck to prove it. A collector of quotes. A grower of lettuce. The Patron Saint of earthworms who name their children after me. A cyclist whose big ass strains the seams of his Lycra bibs. I am American by birth, Southern by the grace of God. My goal in life is to leave an imprint on the lives of the people I love not a footprint on the earth. I am a son, a husband, a father composed of 65%-Oxygen, 18%-Carbon, 10%-Hydrogen, 3%-Nitrogen, 3%-Diet Coke and 1%-Oreo.
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14 Responses to A poem: One Life

  1. Nan says:

    VERY cool! Especially like this — What will I see today, that can’t be solved tomorrow … What will tomorrow bring that I didn’t anticipate today

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  2. The why’s do outweigh the what’s, don’t they? Well done, sir.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Patty says:

    Marvelous and profound. You should write poetry more often again, dear Mr. Legend.

    Liked by 1 person

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