Life is like the end of a day.
Life is a red blot on the computer screen about to go off…
Life is a familiar cushion consuming your weight into its center so soft…
Life is the country rhythm of your favorite rock band taking you away…
Face life even if doesn’t seem to want to face you.
Embrace life knowing it will end eventually even if it has to torment you.
Live life for even a thousand years can only happen and end in a day.
For life, in truth, is but a day in your life.
This is the poetry prompt I gave to my students as periodic examination after a unit on poetry. Sometimes, I make it a point to do prompts my way, especially when it is in poetry that people are at the peak of realizations of what life truly means. Then I am surprised of myself each time…
As Miss Joy, my colleague, had written at the end of the examination paper: “Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.” -Cassandra Clare
True. Indeed.
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