Footnote

juggling my life,
so many aspects,
so many facets;
I have to embrace
my many quirks,
each like a strand,
of a large quilt
knit out of time.

all plans I made
never sustained,
leaving my slate
in a blank state,
run out of rhyme.

I write my story,
ink what I want;
but do I become,
with every word
that I lose here,
just a footnote?


Shared with Sunday Whirl (Wordle 145), Imaginary Garden With Real Toads (Open Link Monday), and d’Verse Poets (Open Link Night).


(28th January 2014)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

22 thoughts on “Footnote

  1. There really are so many things to juggle in one’s life that sometimes one’s plans get put aside for a while, but hopefully (later in life) however one’s life goes one can follow one’s heart.

  2. Dearo,

    Within a few words your poetry conveys a lot!
    I can relate myself with the poem very well. ”All plans I made never sustained” suits perfectly on me. The question you made in the last induces curiosity.
    Beautiful usage of words… πŸ™‚

    Keep rhyming irrespective of reasons.. that’s where your excellence resides.

  3. Do you really lose words when you put them into a poem? I feel like the more I use words, the more I own them. As you write, the less you are a footnote and the more you are the master.

    • That’s food for thought now, Stormcat. Good point. Sometimes it feels… feels kind of feelingless perhaps. Maybe that’s why.

  4. So nice to be visiting you again, Vinay. I’m just now getting back into writing after a break. No, you will never be just a footnote. I liked your musing here.

  5. Most people aren’t even remembered when they are gone. Some people at least have the good fortune of becoming footnotes. How we are remembered is not in our hands. All what we can do now is become as great as possible. I like the first stanza a lot πŸ™‚

  6. hmm.. such is life my dear friend..
    You have expressed it wonderfully.
    Nice to see your poems again Leo! Now, don’t stop writing πŸ™‚

  7. I can relate. I have learned how much of a struggle it can be to embrace all facets of yourself. Also, I would imagine that becoming just a footnote is a fear most artists have.

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