We dance and dance to jingle’s tune
And eager swallow every lie,
The promise of the silver moon
To hang ourselves in crystal sky.
We offer up each golden prayer
To mark our lives like none before,
And drape ourselves in jewels so rare
Like none but us can read the score.
And on our faces painted clear
Desire and lust out stripping need,
The thought of less our only fear
To justify our burning greed.
Our eyes fixed firm towards the light
That guides us to the good and true,
Expectance lingers in our sight
At offerings for the chosen few.
We grasp at gold within our reach
As fortune smiles her twisted grin,
To claim the riches that we seek
She offers us a way to win.
But what is it we find we hold
When all the glitter turns to rust,
And we are weakened, frail and old
And all our futures turned to dust?
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018
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Time and Aging are such bitter pills. The title of this piece is so perfect! It took me in immediately.
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And that makes me very happy. I’m delighted that this resonated with you.
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All that glitters is not gold indeed and yet how often we lose a diamond chasing glitter.
Excellent writing, Chris, so melodic. I really loved this one.
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Thank you so much. And, yes, how pften are we blinded and lose sight of what is real? Thanks for your response to this and I’m delighted that you enjoyed it.
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Yes, we’re often blind to it, projecting, seeing what we want to see.
But then, what is real, really? Einstein said it was merely an illusion. A persistent one.
(Welcome. I AM delighted. I love your style, not only the content of your writing.)
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I am touched, and yes, what exactly is real. I guess it all comes down to individual perception. ☺☺
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I must be in a positive mood…I keep spinning this and feeling that it’s about finding the rare gem hidden in plain sight. No matter how long it took.
Really love the structure of this one. The phrases flow and weave themselves so beautifully.
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I like your take on this, and perhaps you’re right. Glad this resonated with you.
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I’m weird…don’t necessarily follow my mule down the path. LOLOL!!!
I really did love this.
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Cheers. And stay weird!
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I love everything you write, Chris, and these lines especially:
“But what is it we find we hold
When all the glitter turns to rust,
And we are weakened, frail and old
And all our futures turned to dust?”
Even when writing about a bittersweet topic, you manage to make it beautiful.
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Thank you, Samantha, I am genuinely touched by your lovely response to this. Hopefully I will be able to continue to catch your attention!
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I’m sure you will, Chris! You always do!
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed this.
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