Next Station

that last line is so true. a very perspective way of looking at it.

some moments, unfortunately, never last. although, i'm happy to have lived certain moments. it's better to have those moments that don't last rather than not to have them. loved this poem!

I agree with you, but I see no reason why I wouldn't, but you never know if there's a maybe, 'Hey wait a minute, Mr. Postman. We really are on the same page.

I don't know, I think I would suggest that moments cherished last, if only in memory.

Wonderful as always, Bill.   Your contrasts are quite well summed in "Darting to appointments, destiny's face

Easy chair, relax..."  I love your creative word pairing.  

I hope your bones and joints are behaving.

Thanks John. I've been taking hot Epsom Salt baths daily and I guess it's helping to get rid of my oink fat.

Part of your very last line speaks volumes.

"Moments are holidays"

Brilliant food for thought!

Very well written . I too liked the last line. Thanks for sharing.

Me to William what Kimberly and Howard said

The last line sums this up brilliantly.

A wonderful chex mix of words and images - sliding to a perfect ending !!!

Hey, I like this characterization, Peter!

Just great William, I agree with all the comments above, I too like the last line, the hustle and bustle of life, leaves little time for those perfect moments, but they are there and remembered.

Inspired ... another wonderful poem, Bill!

home run!

Really nice William. It's a 10!!

Warm winds embrace with expected sorrow -- my favorite of many favorite images here.

Packed with music and wonder. Thank you for posting to our group. Thoughts of summer come to mind. :))

I debated whether or not to add the final line. Now if you want strange inspiration, well, I was thinking about weeding my yard and suddenly I started thinking of Julie Andrews singing 'Climb Every Mountain.' I love that song almost as much as Somewhere Over The Rainbow, but not quite. I just gave a hint for those liking clues and, quite frankly, I'm a bit of a jokester and I usually put hidden meanings in my poems. The chorus of a song for example. I love flowing rhythms.

And you're good at it, Bill.

You would  have to be blind to not see the jokester in you.  What I like about it is that it's intelligently done.  I would be so lost in a conversation with you.  Back to the poem, I love the last line.  It's so hard to describe your words.

wonderful write! You always incorporate such interesting things in your writing.

My favorite line would have to be: Chances, romances, sweet nothing asked why

You know why, because you know I love romance novels, yeah! Very lovely work friend.

Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting

what a wonderful comment,rita.

your words paint a lovely picture..

your poetry should be added in college books.You talk so so romantic and just beautiful

Your comment makes me smile. A lot of the other professors thought none to well of me because of what they thought radical teaching methods and are probably still considered too radical, but I didn't think having fun while learning radical at all. Students liked me, but I was thought to be too far out by other teachers and these people thought me an enemy: Maybe like John Dillinger, but I didn't rob banks. The bottom line: My students learned a lot and I think two words sum up my poem in a college text: Fat Chance.

Another thing is I would not condone my work sold at high college bookstore prices. I want to be the dollar star poet. Everybody's talking to me about selling a book of my stuff. Someday, this year, but I want my book to be cheap, something you can put your coffee cup on and not worry about damaging the cover. I just want people to enjoy the verse. I am that simple.

No body has the guts to talk like you,the bravity in this economical crisis and still a real,true poet not ready to see his soul in dollars!!!Wow!!!

wonderful, I also loved the last line.

Absolutely loved the last line.  Your poems are always right up there in my book, I do appreciate your creativity

Wunderbar, wie immer!

<b>Moments are holidays<b> jumped out at me.  So true.  Pulled the whole poem together for me.  That is a saying I will never forget now.

moments are holidays .. I love that, also

awesome work sweet William...  Happy Father's Day...

Wonderful William, I just love the last line!

"leaf comforting ground"   bravo Villiam

There is a paradox in reading this as the energy on the phrases so eveident..

but the subect matter

tempus fugit

makes one feel mournful..

for me it recalls the loss of family members shrouded in sadness but also shocking revelations.

yes time flies and with it memories ..or rather a chance to create new,happy memories..

time flies

        with the seasons.

and as time flies so goes our youth,strength and resiliency..

once when i was very young someone  told me to 'make hay when the sun shines '

and i did not know the meaning then

'get what you can achieved now..because you never know when that opportunity will present itself again'..is one way of interpreting..

oh to have some of that hay making time back..

thoughtful and reflective poem ,Bill.

it has made this reader a bit sad..

I believe you have the gist although I do wish a more accepting look instead of sadness.

who is the sob low rater ?

probably jealous..

I really don't care. It does not hurt me or cause me anger. The person doing so might think they have a just reason. I cannot feel anything for that so unimportant.

Such a mixture of feelings in flight, and the ending lightens all.

just passing by your posts this a.m.