Pondering Poetic

75 Spring Times (The Poem)

Inspired by the quote...

75 Spring times
And 75 Winters
Have come,
And have gone.
So now
Here
I sit,
And Wait
For Death.

75 Spring times
And 75 Winters
I have spent
Visiting all my fears,
to avoid the cost
of Living
Stacked firmly
Against the wall,
When my feet
were made
for dancing.

75 Spring times
And 75 Winters
I have occupied
with meaningless
material things
And the power
of superficial hate
When love
could have been
my best Captor.

75 Spring times
And 75 Winters
half-lived
Because
I never sought
for anything more
Until time
Began to fade
in its last Winter.

Cara Blair 2005

posted by CBlair @ 1:25 PM