It’s the Beginning of the New and the Time is Noted

Sacrifice is inevitable, and, really, a loss is the essence of tragedy. That’s why tears are shed, whether the sacrifice is deliberate or not, and, in the end, what was most dear to us is gone and never again had. Whatever we lose, no matter how hard we fought to earn it or how profusely we sweated to realize what we hold close, the day comes when it goes and you may not even have a chance to say goodbye.

Photographer: it’s me neosiam

What do we hold precious? Whatever seems to us to be the best, what we cherish if we are among the lucky, people, animals, places, property… it all goes.

It can be gone in the wink of an eye. What’s more, it will most likely be that we will never have known it at all, except in our memory.

Fate unfolds for one and all, I suspect. We have opportunities to wield our hand and to stake claim to everything we feel we want, but if misfortune strikes, all of it can be taken away, and even if we do everything in our power to keep safe what we love, I think you must know that it will go, that nothing is forever. You don’t have but once, I feel, and it doesn’t matter what else is taught you.

I want to tell you this with the best intentions. You have but what amounts to today, and you have to strike, to hold, and to keep fast, and to love because you can never count on what’s ahead. It doesn’t matter what controls you set for the future.

You will see this time go, and it will never return. The most I can do, I feel, is to let you know.

Today’s WordPress prompt is the word “gone.” If you sympathize, if you “like” this blog post, use the “like” button or “follow” or subscribe. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but if you’re the same as me, you’re already here.

gone

Today Was a Good Day

July 16, 2015 was memorable because we were operating a back ho.  When I first learned that blogging could very easily be included in the operation of a small business, I was keen to get started and to have some fun doing it.   My introduction to WordPress I taught myself by learning with two WordPress poetry tutorials some tips on creating poems and while I didn’t intend to stop with poetry, I thought I would include some of the poems I wrote for the WordPress courses here.

These are photos I took that day of Peter, the senior manager of Maple Lawn Cemetery in St. Catharines, working on the cemetery grounds with a rented back ho, including digging a six-foot deep burial plot we required getting down for a funeral.

water

The animals drink Thirst is quenched like airy breezes Who has provided?

journey

To dismantle my pal was inclined Bold to bring down forever a bind Upon searching his soul Being sought by patrol Bliss of marriage and bounty his find

landscape

my impressions tailored to the past updating from one to the next a lost dude where no one walks If there was once a man inside this, only was he there briefly. In other circumstances, someone else might have been thinking for him, but in this case, he believed he was responsible for his own thoughts. They were of his own devising this man was put here only for this single purpose, of making these thoughts. He was not to tread away Only when the setup files were completed, would he be set up and ready to run.

Poetry, Day Four — Imperfect, Limerick

How many hours a lifetime is dark?At a point of vantage I park-the only light a star Shining down from afar In my virtual journal I mark