Archive for fate

Poem – Please Mind the Gap

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on January 15, 2011 by echostains

Piccadilly Station Manchester

I was reading a post last year called ‘The Janitor’ by Bendedspoon on her excellent blog and no. 6 on the list really made me think. 

6. LEAVE A LEGACY. It doesn’t matter if you live 2 thousand years or twenty. What matters is how you fill the space between the dates on your gravestone. Let your wisdom live and multiply in each life that you touch.

It made me think about the the space between our birthdate and our deathdate  – our lives. ‘Please mind the Gap’ is a warning issued on the London underground before boarding the train.  It’s also a metaphor for the many pitfalls we encounter on our journey throughout life.

Please Mind the Gap

 

From conception to womb –
Please mind the gap..
From cradle to spoon –
Please mind the gap!
From totter to school –
Please mind the gap!
From childhood to fool –
Please mind the gap
from fool to regret –
Please mind the gap
From dawn to sunset –
Please mind the gap
From happiness tears –
Please mind the gap
From wilderness years –
Please mind the gap
From faith to despair –
Please mind the gap
From substance to air –
Please mind the gap
From health to old age –
Please mind the gap
From epic to page –
Please mind the gap
From daylight to night –
Please mind the gap
From blindness to sight –
Please mind the gap
From deafness to grasp –
Please mind the gap
From shouting to gasp –
Please mind the gap
From labours last test –
Please mind the gap
To lifes final rest –
Please mind the gap!

©2011 Lynda M Roberts

To ‘mind the gap’ a little too much and not take any chances at all in life would result in a pretty boring and  unfulfilling existence .  But would we be ‘safe’?  Not necessarily, fate has a way of filling those gaps when and with the unexpected…..

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Poem – The day with no name

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , , , on March 6, 2010 by echostains

 

As Scarlett famously said ‘Tomorrow is another day………’

But it’s  been one of ‘those’ days and here’s one of ‘those’ poems to go with it – 

Paint the day in grey,

Make it go away

Banish it ever

And never

Speak of it again

 

Frame the day in dust

Let it rot in rust

Crumble and decay

Flick away

The tell tale crumbs

 

Burn the day to black

It’s never coming back

Broken is the curse

It’s worse

Is over

©L. M. Roberts 2010

 

My other poetry experiments;

Haiku: Three for March

Drowned in sound

Her Facebook has it

Finding the words