On the Edge of Too Late

Once believed
not in circles
but in spirals

Life’s dance
continual movement
marking progress

Time’s measure
mocks such optimism
regret unavoidable

Excuses aplenty
none assuaging ambition
incomplete inevitable

Can I stop this spinning
rescue the untidy threads
weave an acceptable ending?

(Image my own)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

19 thoughts on “On the Edge of Too Late”

  1. I am visiting you via Ivor’s blogsite. 🙂
    I can relate to your poem and question….both capture me in.
    I think the answer is Yes! Each day we wake up we have a chance to keep dealing with the untidy threads and weave more goodness. 🙂
    Thank you for sharing your beautiful poem with us!
    (((HUGS))) ❤️ ,
    Carolyn 🙂

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  2. Your words were woven beautifully to create this melancholy poem that is, I think, reflective of those of us of a certain age. However, never too late to create a new tapestry!

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  3. My poetic comment ??

    I wonder about the edge
    Over time, the dance has eluded me
    Between giddily spinning in circles
    And my inevitable stumbles
    Life has left me spiraling
    Without an ending sound

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