A Few Second Thoughts Poem by Daniel Brick
A Few Second Thoughts
How much do we really know
beyond the obvious facts
of living from day to day
and grabbing hold of whatever
delight or distraction pass by?
Oh, how often my grasp slipped
or I stumbled at the last moment,
and I saw what I longed for vanish?
Perhaps my body begins to accept
its aging, and makes a truce with Time.
Or perhaps my heart has grown
weary of carrying the burden
of desire, and seeks rest
over excitation, remembrance
over experience, a simple gift
over a large treasure. There will
still be thresholds to cross,
still be new knowledge to transform
into the stuff of self. The portrait,
despite years of work, is still being painted.
Daniel, I believe you realize that I think of time through measures of music, therefore my life experiences are all noted in it's rhythms. Therefore time is irrelevant except when being played through the melodies of loss and positive assets in harmonies as I write them all into poetry. In lines that are written by us all, time seems to delicately weave patterns and designs throughout our thoughts, inspiring ideas that we creatively sound out in our poetry. Grasping for passion, desires, things that are out of our reach tending to bring us into realms of philosophy where we try and explain their invisibility, neither hand seems to be able to capture our youth, love, compassion in life. So we write endlessly as time continues to elude us. Wow! You have certainly captured my mind with this poem, I could go on forever explaining the unexplainable without ever having time be my guide. Thank you, Daniel for such a deeply thought-provoking poem! A fascinating look at and through time! RoseAnn 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Full of wisdom, this poem is definitely going in my favorites list. I think all of us at some point of life would like to say this, though words might not come with so much ease as they have come to you. The reflective tone of the poem goes really well with the thoughts expressed. It's a very philosophical write indeed. The passing of Time n the gains n losses of life...all is wonderfully put. How we try to grab things, and how we have to live with unfulfilled longings...this is a deep rumination on life.10 of course.
Thank you so much for your response to my poem. I feel in your words the very thoughts in my mind as I wrote it. I'm honored it's on your favorites list. Full of wisdom/a very philosophical write ] that is high praise for my efforts. I appreciate it.
True wisdom expressed in melodious verses. Excellent poem, Daniel
Surely we lose something with time going by. We sigh. But people say, God took something from your left hand, he would give you another thing in your right hand. We can find the balance, can't we? Your poem keeps me thinking more.
Oh, I hope that's true, Cigeng, but right now, I am mostly conscious of my empty left hand and I'm afraid of I open my right hand because it might be empty too. Western poets often see T-I-M-E as the enemy of everything we hold dear - youth, beauty, vitality, fill in what you will. If you know Shakespeare's sonnets, he often mourns the losses over time, but of course he does it in such beautiful language, we are often consoled. eg. That time of year thou mayst in me behold / When yellow leaves, or some, or few do hang / Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, / Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. Such gorgeous language, it makes you realize that some form of beauty is in everything!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 9:45:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wisely thought poem. Journey of life in simple words: the one who lived it lived a bubble's life. With age we keep thinking what we achieved and what we added to our experience but when we evaluated all look so silly and small and urge to learn more emerged deep within, A thought provoking poem indeed,10++++