Nine lines

We are of time, uncounted. 

Formed by fragments of the whole

as we search for enlightenment 

between each swiftly turning page.       

We are thin boned, moths to a flame,

moving from purity to decay

like a spoiled child putting out a tongue;

Trapped between ecstasy and agony 

until a brief drift of ember sets us free.                            

Reviews

[roarke]

Gestalt Prose, I dig it. "Until a brief drift of ember sets us free" indeed.

[charlie]

I found delight in the title "Nine Lines", thinking of it as a play on the famous, repeatable mortalities of cats: nine lives. And I thought it quite clever.

Thanks for sharing, Beccy

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A tale of life, penned so eloquently in nine lines

[Lydia Shutter]

In a blink of the eye, it is over. We move from childhood to adulthood and then, poof, over. Are we free then? Interesting thought to ponder! I liked this one, Beccy. Lydi**

[child of God]

So little but so powerful I love this it's so simple yet so complex at the same time

[Becca]

I love this! The simplicity of this poem, plus all the complexity it holds. Amazing!

P.s. I wanted to thank you for the review you left in my poem. It gave me a confidence boost.

[andrew mitchell]

Beccy this is so refined into a poem beaming with colour and emotion. Wow! this is exciting stuff!!:)

[sereenaoutloud]

love this. the imagery is great!

[Woody]

as always I'm in awe before your choice of words, Beccy.
exceptionally good poetry.
as we search for enlightenment
between each swiftly turning page is simply brilliant (among others)

[J. K. Beach]

I like the flow and tone of this one as much as the meaning! I often write lines which average out to be Iambic Triameter or Tetrameter so the rhythm of these lines feel quite familiar to me. I never strive for perfection, preferring, as you seem to, to let the flow of the words dictate the actual meter.

You have penned here, nine lines of lovely... great work!