Irrespective of station, be it doctor or pop star,
A singular destiny awaits, beyond the horizon afar.
The temporal journey's end, it shall conceive,
Leaving behind a mere vestige, in memory we believe.
In the grand tapestry of life, where dreams transpire,
All possessions, we hold, briefly do they aspire,
Transient treasures in our transient chest,
A poignant reminder, life's fleeting bequest

I'm sure I've killed things,

but I might not remember them all,

and at the time,

I rationalized the killing.

It's less complicated that way.

The fish, never went to waste.

The flies, need no justification.

That kick I gave the cat

I do feel bad about though.




Sara Fielder © Nov 2023

where is the line
between optimism
and denial?

my gentle heart
feels a fool

I can tell you about ancient Chinese poetry
But I can't say anything about modern politics.

I learned long ago
The closer you get
To the Dragon's mouth
The more dangerous your life becomes.

And *******!
To every Republican in the USA.