Frail
or is it death that takes
the image now still
through the lens of time
or is it the lens of mind
that lifts time still
to move about and wonder again within you
What is it but an answer asking (am I over ?)
beyond what is
a meaning now
too relative
to pass you by
amid this marrow of morrows
© Copyright 2009 C.C. Arshagra
Comments
I like the way this moves in and out of different levels. very moving
John, I canot say enough
how much I value your mind’s returning reflection here!
– C.C. Arshagra
marvellous C.C!
Thank You, Ushna, Oh and i love your new series.
Simple is not as easy as it looks.
– C.C. Arshagra
CC my friend, you honour me with this wonderful poem – beautiful words used with astonishing precision – the poets’ eye is truly sharper than the painters
In the end they cannot compare or compete.
or the painter can create a vision from passion and soul insights alone.
the rest of us can (at best) be witness to these gifts.
– C.C. Arshagra
What an amazing flow …absolutely incredible words!!!!! xoxoxox
I’ve been so dorment in creating time to create. Time being the operative word.
Thank you so much Sally. Flow on!
– C.C. Arshagra
your welcome dear pal! thank you so much for your kind support and wonderful comments on new series! it means a lot! a big HUG ma friend!
Thanks Ushna, To be alive in the same time and place is no small feat of wonder!
– C.C. Arshagra