Thursday, June 19, 2014

Contrasts

It's a textured weave, this life we live.
A juxtaposition of
good and bad,
happy and sad
served up daily
tasty and distasteful
celebration and grief
shock and surprise.

A graduation was celebrated
new beginnings
start of a grown-up life
whilst
across the world
a boy sixteen
lost his fight
a life was mourned.

There's no sense to make
it simply is
elation and devastation
unlikely cohabitants
ironic
we are left to
seek the gifts in
life.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Lyn, Loving your blog and your poem is great, it is strange how extreme emotion motivates us to pen poetry. Some of us (like you) can do this better than others!!!
    The more I see here the more feel we share. I too have family I have chosen. Nice to meet you.

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