Due to an unexpected train crash happening inside my head over the weekend, I have apparently forgotten my responsibilities. I apologize for neglecting to post an article today, and I assure you that I will not be forgetting again.
Rest assured all is (relatively) well though I am still recovering from the massive headache that hit unexpectedly. For now, I will leave you with a poem, one I wrote during April’s poetry challenge. We had to write an aubade. (Click on the word to see the description.)
The visual form of the poem was purposeful. It represents the beginning of the day leading to a mid-point and then fading into night, an echo of the feeling of the poem, or so I hope. Please enjoy.
By Jessica Scott
So let it be,
This repetition of life.
Each day starts fresh and new
despite my futile attempts to hold it back,
to remain young and beautiful, to keep the day from aging
once more. Once more into the breach, dear friends, the breach of life continuing.
Why can’t the day stay young? Why can’t we stay frozen in perfect moments till we are ready
to move on? Why slowly vanish until we are nothing, till we disappear? Why,
cruel nature, keep us bound to you and remind us of our mortality
with the rising of each new morning? And I’m so weary
of wearing my chains, this burden I bear.
And still I fade, like the mist.
So, let it be.
So let it be.