“All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.” by Roy Batty, Blade Runner.
As a song that speaks of concrete and light;
that brings to attention man’s exposed condition
in a realm of growing conflict,
death is irrefutable, is evidence of a journey
that is led before time has passed.
I will never regret the yearning that accompanies.
The trees would lament, curse and sigh;
having been on the front-lines,
the honeybees sting with truth,
soulful browns of the forest and pure white
snow lost,
replaced with what ifs and nots,
so many things need to be talked about,
it’s difficult to say what comes first—
a dew drop on a rose,
sharp ridges of mountains, their high point,
they are much more difficult to climb
than hills,
for they test strength and resolve,
I wonder what words one would find inside
bosom of wind if he tried.
The politicians would scowl,
the average man smile, for each would have
something different
when it came to using their last hour, last minute,
some would spend the day
with loved ones, others use it to accomplish
never-ending wishes
off a bucket list, though exhilaration
may not be as tasteful,
the holier ones would pray, would meditate—
as though trading breath for whispers,
for just one more chance,
one more chance at salvation,
I wonder if beliefs would clash with each other
near the end?
The artists would rejoice, would paint surroundings
as never before, the musicians compose
songs that leave behind wisdom,
as for me, a Poetess
looking outside the window at the cityscape,
I would recount everything that has passed
in a poem, pastel and wild,
I would speak of lovers and foes and how
one wastes their time;
how we are taught the purpose of living
as we age on— all those moments will be lost in time,
like tears in the rain.
Photo credits: White teacup filled with coffee, Jen P, Unsplash.
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Posted for Poetics: Words of Departure @dVerse Poets Pub
The artists and writers would just do that – capture all that is there to share with the world. Love the part where you want to capture this: would recount everything that has passed
in a poem, pastel and wild
Well I hope when that time comes, we will use it well and with care like prayers and reconciliation with others.
Oh yes, absolutely! Thank you so much, Grace 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Excellent opening lines Sanaa – I like how you surmise the last words of others especially the poetess and “the musicians compose
songs that leave behind wisdom,”
makes the Roy Batty quote even more touching
It was an inspirational quote! Thank you so much, Laura 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
You’ve captured the essence well, Sanaa. I enjoyed these lines,
” I would recount everything that has passed
in a poem, pastel and wild ,
I would speak of lovers and foes and how
one wastes their time,”
Ah, thank you so much, Kitty 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
I applaud the thought you put into this, putting you and I on parallel pages. This one wears an existential suit and a romantic scarf. We have all written about and thought about death; some of us more than others. For me it will be a galactic event, for other just shedding the husk.
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Glenn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
What does the soul remember, i suppose only the way back to the beginning🤔there is so much to ponder in this poem Sanaa
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Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
I would speak of lovers and foes and how
one wastes their time;
how we are taught the purpose of living
Love your poem, Sanaa, very philosophically true. It brought in lots of logical messages that life revolves around.
Hank
Thank you so much, Hank 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Wonderful lines in here! I love the whole of the first stanza especially and also “honeybees sting with truth” and “what words one would find inside the bosom of wind”.
Thank you so much, abigfatcan 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Beautifully done. I am especially smitten with these words:
“I would recount everything that has passed
in a poem, pastel and wild,”
I love the idea of a poem being pastel and wild! 🙂
Thank you so much, my dearest Lillian 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
This is a strong broad-stroke Sanaa, yet a delicate and beautiful lead up to that fabulous line that you chose — wonderful work. So many great lines.
“The artists would rejoice, would paint surroundings
as never before, the musicians compose
songs that leave behind wisdom,
as for me, a Poetess
looking outside the window at the cityscape,
I would recount everything that has passed
in a poem, pastel and wild,”
…this is a splendid poem within your poem my friend. I chose the same line, but I discovered I was a lot more angry at life than I expected. Interesting how two poets choose to look at “the end” differently, inspired by the same prompt.
Thank you so much, Rob 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
You are a prophetess here, Sanaa.
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I look forward to the artists rejoicing once again. So many have lost so much in these difficult times.
I agree! Thank you for stopping by to read, Sean 💄❤️
Interesting conception for a poem,
to imagine how others would approach death.
Well done.
Thank you so much, Tzvi 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
This is so lovely! Really beautiful. <3
Thank you so much, Kate 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
“I would recount everything that has passed” I think we artists, regardless of media, cannot help ourselves in this.
“how we are taught the purpose of living as we age on.” This is so very true.
Thank you so much, Raivenne 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Sanaa, this is beautifully expressed! “as for me, a Poetess
looking outside the window at the cityscape,
I would recount everything that has passed
in a poem, pastel and wild,”…these lines truly resonated. ❤️❤️
Aww gosh! Thank you so much, Punam 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️