Swifter than a cheetah, than the cheetah’s fleetest dream. . . hint of the tickle of an octagon of snow just at the moment it meets a lash just as it lowers to lid an eye almost manages to see the crystal the ice storm knitted before it turns to an infinitesimal sea. . . . . peregrine. . .swallow. . .whippet on speed. . . hair between bullet leaving pistol and the last of the life seeps from a soldier, an infant, a teen. . .water skate skip-flying across a creek just as the sun sets. . .sheet- whispered Love you. . .sex or the hiss of oxygen leaving a tank. . flicking on of an alarm, then flicking it off. . .salted fig and peach taste wants to linger to tongue a leg. Is it time that is the cheat, do you think, or death?
something we cannot predict...only God knows for sure! I think through His grace we can sometimes evade and prolong our own death and destiny...or we can on the other hand decrease our days through foolish choices! Great write...I like what Jude said, "The only way we can "cheat" death is to survive it...
enjoyed the write, you always have a way of capturing the readers attention...
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Celebrated passage which waters our soul, Phyllis...Just like That stills the senses, like the bird in flight, life's well has been fitted with a timeless windlass, one of those little Moorish waterwheels possessed by every Castilian farm. We have to direct our stream to fly the whole mental field...it really is all about Goodness, Truth, and Beauty...you possess all three.
A creative pen stops us in our tracks and makes us think: excellent, (((Pea))), I'd hope we could cheat Death. Prayer avails much. :) But then again, we're really not in control of the situation, are we? A thought provoking, excellent write, as only YOU can DO!
Interesting thoughts in this well-written poem, Pea! Love your last two lines,
"Is it time that is the cheat,
do you think, or death?"
Very well done -- leaving your readers to ponder one last question!
Love,
CJ
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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with your use of words Pea! Great!!
enjoyed the write, you always have a way of capturing the readers attention...
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
excellent flow and imagery, Phylliss ...
enjoyed this share!!
A poetic-philosophic feast to entertain Minerva and Apollo.
I salute You, Poet.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Love you in gliterati,
Sage
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hope this finds you well--
Very thought provoking write! You have a talented pen!
Many Blessings,
~Linda
Love Tinka
It comes like a thief in the night for some but why must it linger for others.
"Is it time that is the cheat,
do you think, or death?"
Very well done -- leaving your readers to ponder one last question!
Love,
CJ
truly engaging flight, herein, phyllis.
peace & blessings,
carolyn
Take care,
Sherry