Life is a vapor
We are all a just breath away
From eternity
Saddened by the news of Kobe Bryant’s death today and also that of his young daughter.
We never know how much time we have on this earth, and today is a reminder of how short life sometimes can be.
Out of place?
Out of season?
A misfit in my path?
Or a reminder sent by God?
A note
To awaken me to count the days,
Wasting not a moment?
“Redeem the time”
He says.
Butterfly Cinquain
“Even in our best shape we are a brittle piece of mortality. Your life is a breath, don’t waste it.” —LeCrae
Breath is a blessing
Our life is but a vapor
Thankful for each breath
Senryu
If you have ever lost your breath for a moment I am sure you can relate to this poem.
Having recently had an asthma attack that literally took my breath from me for a few seconds was very scary and made me realize how precious each breath I take is.
Life is short, breathe it in and give thanks for every breath!
Let it not be said
Winter’s breath impaired us
Pickets wear purple
Haiku
#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 27–Prompt: You can pick a line you like from one of Shakespeare’s sonnets and use it as the genesis for a new poem.
(I chose Sonnet 06 “Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface” as my inspiration)
Carried by the wind
A seed blown with wishful breath
Gold crown manifests
Haiku
#NaPoWriMo—Day 17–Prompt:
Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view
We count our life in years,
But what about the days?
All the seconds of life?
Cherish all the minutes.
It’s in those moments,
Memories are made,
Chances are taken,
Changes often happen.
Treasure every breath.
Celebrate each day.
Give thanks for your life.
Syllabic Verse
My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?
It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!
It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.
Heartbeat!
A vibrant sound.
So sweet!
Breathing!
Its ins and outs,
Being!
Alive!
Dreams arise and,
Revive!
Musette
Hush over the land
Humanity and Nature
Seeming to be on hold
Flag hangs silently waiting
Who? Will our next leader be?
Tanka
I am feeling a heavy stillness in the air today. No wind at all. Our Flag hangs silently. It’s eerie. It’s almost like nature and mankind are holding their breath awaiting this Election Day outcome. I shall pray and trust in God for His will to be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 