Like the sculptor
chiseling a work of art
from raw stone,
we craft our lives
moment by moment
in whatever time we have.
Unlike a sculpted work of art,
our lives are not cast in stone,
rather they morph
in all directions
with each breath we take.
But if we are not careful,
we lose our ability to change
and rigidify like the immobile mountain
when we should flow like a rushing river.
As rivers,
we constantly renew ourselves
and feed others.
Be the river sculpted over time.
Be the river feeding
all it touches with life.
This what it feels I need to do …be a river find what life awaits me ..Thanks for sharing this poem with us…
I have not been myself for few weeks..I apperciate you prayers and asking for me …Thank you
Thanks Quasar and Andrew. I appreciate your comments.
Love it Don
Life force flowing like a river
clean fresh waters breathing life as they go by!
Once again, you have given us something to really think about. Thanks.
Thanks Blondie…I try. Nice of you to say that.
Thanks Polona. So much we communicate in metaphor and analogy.
love the analogy, too.
well done!
Love this one!!! Your poems always have such a nice vibe and meaning to me!
Thanks Aurora and Dan.
Yes, indeed! Nice one, Don!
Good analogy.
Thanks Floots. Glad you enjoyed it and hope you are well.
beautiful naturalistic imagery
makes the point so well
cheers