Life Is Only Now Poem by Bob Blackwell

Picture
Clouds, upside down folding hills
of grey and white, passing over
shimmering fields of golden grass,
swaying back and forth in breeze.

Hills, their grey tumbled down rocks,
ancient fallen remains of past events.
A lone umbrella thorn, stands proud,
a silhouette, shaded sentinel protects.

It guards the start of a long brown
road that meanders here then there.
It twists, it turns, ever onwards as it
searches, looking for its own horizon.

Feel
The heat that shimmers, sky shaded
but ground and air fevers, envelopes.
Beads of sweat fed by a body heat,
that as temperature rises, loses control.

Underfoot the ground is rough, clogs,
grassy earth, make for uneven ground.
Smooth patches have shiny surface,
small circles of black whiskered grass.

Sense
A hopelessness that’s rising fast,
No hope here, life is tough, life is hard.
You feel inadequate for the task,
not strong, too old to carry on and on.

Life a battle, nature doesn’t help,
no rain, hot sun, dust, more dust,
blows, eyes sore, mouth cracked,
dry, a drought, land is parched.

Yet
We have to carry on, strive for,
battle for a life more worthwhile,
by trying hard we will succeed,
we’ll conquer all our fears to win.

See
Now the upside down clouds part, how
suns downfall begins its slow descent.
The shadows lengthen, stretching,
means days labour is about to end.

Living now I watch the sun crossing,
its passage from dawns entrancement,
to a slow ebb at eventides enchanting.
From dawn to dusk, its colour charms.

I reflect now how life can feel hard, if,
thoughts spoil the sweetness of it all,
they cloud the beauty that is present,
making sadness of the days creation.

For…
Each moment is a flush of fascination,
each moment is the sweetest sweet,
happiness is now, joy now is present.
Mind clear, no myriad of rising things.

We now realise that each moment,
even though some may be dark, the
stars still shine, disturbances come,
but the joy for living will always stay.