Our Poetry Bus driver this week, Enchanted Oak, has charged us with this assignment:
"This week I provide the prompt for the world-famous Poetry Bus, created by the world’s most famous blogger, Totalfeckineejit. For bus tickets this week, I have decided to require…
Poems that address your existence on this earth. Good, bad, or indifferent, tell us something, anything, about your life here."
I changed my ticket slightly and wrote about existence in general. I revamped a poem I wrote about 10 years ago.
I've long ago stopped wondering about my existence and instead wonder, if having had the opportunity to exist, will I be remembered when I am gone. Or rather, will I have done something in life to deserve being remembered.
While reflecting upon the meaning
Of our existence
As countless others have before me
I’ve determined the enlightened
Who find purpose in our being
Are just as right
As those naysayers who do not
And the stoics who walk the median
Cloaked neither in hope nor in despair
For we are but faint tracings in the snow
That drift in time and melt away
And disappear into the warmth of an endless spring
Some of us, however, leave footsteps as we pass
That are firm enough to endure
Beyond their season
Pressed solid by the weight of goodness
And fixed deep within the earth
To become the path of others
Cynthia Ann Conciatu
Stop by Enchanted Oak for more existential musings!