Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Foil

Mortality makes moments infinite.
Never know which memory will fall last,
which image will warm or chill after death.
Mortality calls me to dance now, work now,
confide now, grow now, forgive now.
Mortality throws shadow, accentuates light.
reminds me death is muse, not menace.
Mortality makes moments infinite.

Victoria Hendricks,
September 15, 2010

3 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful poem, Victoria.

    "Mortality calls me to dance now, work now,
    confide now, grow now, forgive now."

    Yes, yes, while we can!

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  2. you have clever philosophy in your poetry.
    love your word play.

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  3. Thanks mary for your steadfase interest in my poetry an Jingle for your fresh interest.

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