No Stopping It
DVerse Poets Pub has a graphic prompt today, hosted by Brian Miller, with drawings by Tera Zajeck. The drawings are lovely and detailed–you can see some of them on Tera’s site, Olive Hue Designs, but I tend to like to use my own art, so have done my own rather muddled version of one of them.
And here’s a sonnet (of sorts).
No stopping it
I learn each day there’s no control to be had.
The wind will roar, the jacket that you wore
will be too thin. Joy turns sour, smiles sad,
what used to fire his passion now’s a bore;
children that you carried look askance.
Remember how they hated to let you go?
Now they leave without the merest glance
while you soothe your heart with how it must be so.
It’s not all lost, you find such sweetness too–
the cake you share, the couch where you two sprawl–
but still no holding fast, no straight course true,
no certain grace to mitigate the fall–
only the moment, that present but distant shore,
that you know must be enough, for there’s no more.
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ManicDDaily 
December 18, 2011 at 12:35 am
It is hard when one senses one has no control; and sometimes life is just plain hard. Fine work here! (And I like what you did with the picture, putting your own ‘stamp’ on it.)
December 18, 2011 at 12:47 am
Thanks. I’ve been so busy, unable to visit blogs back, but will! Thanks, Mary.
December 18, 2011 at 1:50 am
That sound so sad. Perfect picture muck to cover the joy and once was perfection. good job
December 18, 2011 at 3:32 am
For me this is a brilliant interpretation of the image, as is your image in its turn a brilliant variation on the original. I love the sheer creativity of both.
December 18, 2011 at 3:34 am
spoke to me.. when there is one lesson in life i think i have learned then it’s this, that we have no control over it…it’s an illusion we look at to feel safe..well captured in your words k.
December 18, 2011 at 7:19 am
my response is similar to claudia…realizing i have no control over much has indeed changed my life, i only have how i will respond to it…very nice write…
December 18, 2011 at 7:36 am
This poem was so insightful, and it so well addressed the prompt. It seems often that life is simply what happens to us…not wholly of course, but you make points that will resonate with all. Your last two lines composed one of the best wind-ups I’ve seen on the site in a while. A perfect cessation point for the verse, and done so elegantly. Very nice job.
December 18, 2011 at 7:47 am
true, authentic sentiments,
love the wit in it,
well done.
🙂
December 18, 2011 at 9:21 am
Too many familiar sentiments in here for me. I do love sonnets, but I’m rarely brave enough to attempt them. Enjoyed yours despite its reminders of sad but inevitable changes.
December 18, 2011 at 9:30 am
This cuts right to the bone of it. Well done.
December 18, 2011 at 9:39 am
This is a very thought provoking poem and a beautiful expression of the dilemma one has to face at a certain stage in life,,,but here’s the good bit..there IS more but you can’t be scared about grabbing it by its paper thin neck. Great sonnet.
December 18, 2011 at 12:34 pm
Gorgeous sonnet *envy and hair pulling* you make it look effortless, too. Those last lines are indeed the freight we end up carrying after all our life-purchases, trying to figure out how to make them work when they’re so different than the way we imagined it would look. Also, ditto claudia.
December 18, 2011 at 12:47 pm
it’s so important not to get so out of control
December 18, 2011 at 9:21 pm
Things change and can’t go back. Memories are all that’s left to be cherished. Thought provoking last line. Thanks for this insightful poem. Very nicely written sonnet and reads very well. 🙂
December 18, 2011 at 11:25 pm
Beautiful poem, K. I love the fluidity and deceptive ease of your language: I learn each day there’s no control to be had.
The wind will roar, the jacket that you wore
will be too thin…
xxxj
December 18, 2011 at 11:33 pm
Thanks so much, Jenne.