Testing times-
growing times,
losing times,
loving times,
hating times,
winning times,
expensive times,
hurting times.
I thought I had passed the test,
having wanted,
got,
seen
and lived it all.
What more could there be left for me?
I wondered
in nonchalant arrogance.
From binding placenta
to bonding finger,
From erring pencil
to refined pen,
From dearest friend
to mate for life.
Hadn't I gone through
all the tests that were destined for me?
Testing Times-
surviving times,
hoping times,
giving times,
binding times
reflecting times,
realizing times.
Timeless times!
Theme Thursday: Test
6 comments:
very well said, Shail! I'm the type of person who is conscious of the daily tests, perhaps not constantly thinking of them but I'm sure at least once a day there is something that makes me think, 'I'm being tested'
perhaps I worry to much in 'doing the right thing'
i like this line, 'in nonchalant arrogance' although all are say it perfectly!
thank you
:)
creative,
love your poem.
binding placenta...refined pen...I like those lines! Timeless times...we are never finished with life's tests until life is finished giving them to us, I guess. Enjoyed this poem of yours.
Hi Hope. I am glad you liked the poem. Most of us are not very conscious of the tests. But we tend to live in extremes. Either we don't regard life as a test or regard everything we do as tests and get stressed out.....
Thanks for dropping by...
Thanks Jingle. Nice to see that you liked my poem.
Thanks Sheila. Yes, until life's over we are going to have go through tests time and again whether we like it or not...
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