Requiem for Fugacity

IMG_0095a rip in the haze
a split in the rays
a seed in the bloom
a room in the womb
a print in the cloud

so not
to
end
in a
grievous
shroud

one drop in the air
one line in a prayer
one seat in a town
one gem in a crown
one truth in a lie

so not
to
end
in a
rueful
sigh

we deal with life’s board
to lift off the sword
that hangs as a threat
and tend to forget
what is our lot

to
matter
at
all
or
probably not

22 Comments

  1. This is a lovely piece.
    I definitely am following you., and recommending you to someone who writes somewhat in similar manneI definitely am following you., and recommending you to someone who writes somewhat in similar manneI definitely am following you., and recommending you to someone who writes somewhat in similar manneI definitely am following you., and recommending you to someone who writes somewhat in similar manner.

      1. Pardon, my particular browser has peculiar challenges. Happily, you somehow got the whole message. “…in similar manner.” I think was what ended it. Sometimes it cuts off half the message.
        Keep up writing, Eva.

    1. absolutely, what I meant was that sometimes people try so hard to matter (to be “someone”) especially in our days and age and they tend to forget that being “someone” doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things – but being someone to someone that is what matters, so tried to play a bit with that idea. Thank you for reblogging!

  2. the poem, ……..and this!

    ‘rip in the haze
    a split in the rays
    a seed in the bloom
    a room in the womb
    a print in the cloud’

    such imagery in 24 words…….thank you.

  3. Some magical lines here…
    a room in the womb
    one line in a prayer
    one truth in a lie
    to
    matter
    at
    all
    or
    probably not

    Beautiful poem…

  4. Hello Eva
    I was running out the door when I first saw this. I couldnt comment until now. I love the up and down the poem makes me go through.

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