The Pendulum

May 15, 2011
By jrc.chisholm BRONZE, Charlottesville, Virginia
jrc.chisholm BRONZE, Charlottesville, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.

One second, maybe less, to be perceived,
Though often fleeting before it’s received,
Is an awfully short time to live and die,
Though also a thought I tend to deny.
Rather I dream that I can’t always hear
The tick from my watch, the end crawling near.

Grandfather said, You shouldn’t be thinking
Of your time left, not while it’s still shrinking,
And why should I? Young, naïve, incomplete –
I’d better to stand up straight on my feet.
It’s better this way, my eyes clouded.
Yet nothing coheres to a mind always shrouded.

Still, lying in bed, blinds shut, half-past noon.
This day will have died if I don’t act soon,
As I think once more of what Grandfather said,
And a torrent of light flows into my head.
And while it burgeons, this idea, this virus,
My Will fights the instinct to constrict the iris.

Today, I step under a circling sun,
Leaving Phobia, the artifact, upon my shelf.
For even after my thread is all but spun,
With that ticking, those words, I have taught myself:
Mortality is servant to Mentality.
Finality, subordinate to Vitality.

The author's comments:
I was inspired by the idea that, as a near-high school graduate, that youth is indeed wasted on the young, for the reason that many people seem to turn away from the idea that the daylight is running out quickly. This poem is about my own epiphany, and how I had realized that the best policy to living is to embrace every moment given.

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