And then there comes a time
when all things
one holds dear
and so it is
with all the days
that come and go
like pearls on a string
too fast to catch
turning today into faded memories
into yester year yearnings —
filling the nights with
a mixture of
and mulish melancholy
that keeps one up
in the wee hours of dawn
like creaky doors
and churning thoughts
about things that should have been
and could be no more
where did it all vanish to?
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
March 29, 2020 | OC, California
Walkin’ on a Wire | That Was Than
La disparition existe et laisse place aux souvenirs. Les utiliser pour regarder demain…
Très bien écrit @Kira (Yakira) Fulks 🙏🙏🙏🌺
Awesome @Kira (Yakira) Fulks ..feel your melancholy indeed
Beautiful! It’s funny how time slips away from us without even realizing! Well here’s something I hope you’ll enjoy! Happy Easter to you Kira!
Melancholy poem. One finds it so hard to accept that everything rolls off like beads one by one. I loved how u put it.
I have met many people in my life who remain calm , cool n collected in any situation. They are different coz they have gone beyond certain boundaries of which we know very little.
… time disappears thru creaking doors!
Beautifully penned @Kira (Yakira) Fulks ✍🌺
Brilliant writing, Kira👍 From the opening, delving through the body to the ending lines, perfect.
Stunning. Lovely Poetess, Kira. Within the sadness is a beauty that stills ones mind. Inked with the golden pen revealing a reality we all attend and contemplate. Perfectly penned.🕊 🍃
The sadness and darkness come with the loss … and we think we could have avoided it, the sadness increases and sometimes it’s so hard to accept what life brings us every day… hope we need … it’s the last hand we can have wrapped with all our love … Outstanding !!
Many thoughts, feelings and emotions captured in this wonderful poem. Stunning in its simplicity of expression, but entrenched with meaning.
A beautiful reflection of how we can’t stop the present moment from becoming-
I like this very much Kira. You have composed a very accomplished piece on the idea that everything has its time. I can identify with your churning thoughts in the wee small hours. Our impermanence is a theme I can’t seem to avoid in my own writing!
I hope you are keeping safe.
Super lovely painting beautifully crafted spoken word
So many touch this thought flow in their own unique way… you express your thought with good image and clarity.
Oh this is superb and never has there been a year when this would speak to me, as the reader, more; one of time flying so fast and feeling our fragility, as humans, so much more. It is so simple as your skillful poem, in that we will all simply die one day and there will be so many times, especially in those week hours, where we will wonder where time passed to. rate: