Nuggets Of Wisdom - On Impermanence Poem by Valsa George
Nuggets Of Wisdom - On Impermanence
Who can resist the strangulating grip of time?
That which exists today is not there tomorrow
Like shooting stars which vanish in the flicker of an eye
Life comes and goes quicker than a speeding arrow
When someone dear dies and our heart bleeds
And pours our anguish of wordless grief
Remember everything has to eventually die
Like bubbles bursting in a matter of time brief
The only constant in life is its inconstancy
With time, our existence could become a myth
As every sunrise follows a sundown
Each birth leads to an eventual death
In the fluidity of time, we are in a state of flux
Don't obdurately clutch at something in your arms
Instead loosen your grip and let things go
With the ease of water running down your palms
Every lovely flower that blossoms once
Fades in time and eventually turns brown
If a leaf clings tenaciously to the tree
When autumn blasts strike, it falls down
Thus when cruelly expelled by the tree that held it close
Down it lies withered, trampled by treading feet
To die and dissolve in the soil to make it fecund
Allowing fresh life to seeds lying dormant in wait
Impermanence being in the grand design of things
To nothing in this world, one can permanently cling
So, willingly give way to herald in the new,
As autumn leaves cannot be laundered for the spring!
As someone said, change is the only thing permanent in this world of flux. You have brought this truth out beautifully in this poem - a chain of golden nuggets. I am reminded that even as I read your poem, many, perhaps millions, of cells died in my body! But isn't there something unchanging that watches over this state of flux, on which the changes are reflected? (10)
You established beautifully the teaching of Nature-the best teacher.
did i mention that Valsa is also as wise as she is due to MY influence! ?
I'm very impressed so far with the poem. ================================================== Obdurate is a formal word meaning stubborn. If you want to major in English, but your parents are obdurate that you should go premed, they might go so far as to threaten not to pay your tuition. This adjective descends from Latin obdurare to harden. A near synonym is adamant, from Latin adamas hard metal, diamond. ...............i, Bri, of course, would use stubbornly, as i don't 'know' obdurately, ............until now! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lovely throughout! and i got a small chuckle with the last line. [i did teach to Valsa all she knows about humor/humour] to MyPoemList. and, though a bit 'long', i shall circumvent my new general rule for my monthly showcase and PUT THE WHOLE DAMN POEM INTO May's showcase! ! i AM the boss of the showcase for goodness sake. but now Brian Johnston will probably whine: Bri! Why can't i have as much room for MY POEM as you gave to Valsa? ! my answer: Sorry [not really], Valsa is a female! Enough said. Plus she is a dear PH friend, even more than dear old BJ is! ! ======================================== That which exists today is not there tomorrow...........if, by That, you are referring to the food in our kitchen, i .....................................shall just have to eat it ALL tonight! more favorite lines: Remember everything has to eventually die Like bubbles bursting in a matter of time brieff .............i wish people were not in such haste to live SO LONG! and: Thus when cruelly expelled by the tree that held it close Down it lies withered, trampled by treading feet and: Impermanence being in the grand design of things To nothing in this world, one can permanently cling So, willingly give way to herald in the new, As autumn leaves cannot be laundered for the spring! ............a little rhyming [good, appropriate rhyming], , , , , , , , , , ................................is better than none, i say. ;) lovely words and photo. bri :) i noticed, but did NOT mind, the absence of most punctuation.
Salutes to you Bri! Do you know why? ..... for your patience to read at length and to analyse each poem in such great detail! Thanks for allowing this poem sufficient space in your already crammed show case which is almost like another poetry site!
Like shooting stars which vanish in the flicker of an eye Life comes and goes- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - stunning, you write such beauty about our enemy, death Impermanence being in the grand design of things To nothing in this world, one can permanently cling So, willingly give way to herald in the new, As autumn leaves cannot be laundered for the spring! - - - - - - - Valsa, this is the perfect closure and the last line is the perfect closing line....10+++++++++++++++++++++++
Wonderful write from beginning to end. One has to pass through all the seasons willingly or unwillingly. End of season autumn cannot be avoided. Loved it.
A wonderful reflection on life and death. Made me think of the poem, Eternity, by William Blake, the first poem I ever read on Poemhunter (and commented on) . In a hundred years, all of us who are here now, will be no longer here. But like the leave nourishing the future leaves, it will be our good deeds, our wisdom, and yes, our poetry, that still will nourish the supra-z generation of 2117. Very thought provoking and excellently written poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:47:29 AM # 1.0.0
True words of wisdom written so beautifully. A 10+. Thank you for sharing Valsa.