This Present

September 28, 2015

This is the life--sans angst, sans drama,

Depression unknown, nor truly trauma.

Sheltered am I, viewing Life through a window:

 

I see others move--I know not what they feel--

I dwell in those worlds so far from the real:

I play like a child, and dream like a girl,

Whose grown-up leaves just begin to unfurl.

 

"This is the life," is my thought for today--

Past window, what trials wait on me to prey?

And is not this Present ever, ever so frail?






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Temperance said...
Oct. 11, 2015 at 9:08 pm
I like the diction and how the questions are phrased. It is different with an sense of an "older style". The rhetorical questions in the last stanza really emphasize the theme of the poem. I like this, it is simple and deep. If you have a chance, please check out some of my work. Either Unconventional Rebirth or The Growth That Will Never Be Planted. I really enjoyed the poem! keep writing!
 
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