Posted by: Ron DuBour | April 2, 2017

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 2nd of April.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend Sunday the 2nd of April.

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What of life?
An experience
As strange as love
With fewer responsibilities
Less reward
Easier passage
With little to bar the way
To self-regard.
A brittle satisfaction
Finely balanced
With nary a support
To beat the drop
Into infinity.
How is life
When motivated
To succeed
For its own sake
With little use
For mindful possibility
Barely time to breathe.
Do roses actually smell
Or as with music
Of the night
Is it a myth
Invented for lovers
With no imagination.
There is no time
To discover the meaning
Of a kiss
In the maelstrom
Provided by the thrust
Of life
Swept along in thrall
To an illusion
Of self-sovereignty.
Who do you love
When the hammer falls.
Working the iron
In the heart
Of the furnace
Blistered by the heat
Of a tortuous fire
With no cooling hand
To mop a fevered brow.
When sweat is
The meaning of life,
Toil a blind truth
About which your
Die has been cast
When the heat of the forge
Has welded
Your heart closed
As tight as a drum
What of love
Life and its
Significance
In death
What of it all
Then.

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