Poetry2ponder's Blog

“Each Particle, A Traveler”

Fastidious,
Attuned to the Flow,
Unconvinced by doubt,

Attentive,
Only to the sound of Silence,
Unperturbed by the noise.

A droplet of water,
In an ocean of waves,
Unconcerned with the storm.

Each particle,
In its place,
A traveler,
Through time and space.

“Rhyme Scheme”

Rhyme scheme,
And rhythm, and meter,
All these conventions,
Do they matter?

A and B, and A – B – B – A,
Are we set in quatrains? Or sonnets?
Are we limited to a structure?
With our lives stuck in second gear?

Are we fixed? Our fates dry as cement?
Or are we capable of change?
A wet mixture of sand and water?
In our free will, do we have free range?

Or, limited by birth, by circumstances,
Do we succumb to our doubts?
Do we succumb to the rules thrust upon us,
By those who have themselves given up?

Rhyme scheme,
A scheme to engender feelings,
To gather sorrow, and courage,
And dreams of a better tomorrow.

I wish I could scheme so well.

“‘Untitled Document’ – A Slow Descent”

Untitled document,
The story of my life,
An infinite set of wasted possibilities –
Not wasted, but deliberately, slowly avoided,
Choices undertaken – I am content,
Yet I am unfulfilled.
I want more –
More money,
More freedom,
More time.

Yet here I am –
Spending another half hour,
Meandering, dilly-dallying,
Daydreaming,
As the sun rises – overhead now,
And begins – another day’s end –
Its slow descent.