Good Afternoon

29 Feb

Who knows, as i sit in an anxious state

waiting for Godot; hoping they never show,

like a sparkle in the glass, asking me if i care to go?

 I will deny its invitation —to stay and enjoy the sparkle,

as all sparkles go.


Who Knows as i move in trepidation,

waiting for the fulfillment of my day?

Afraid to recognize it when it is here.

So i deny its invitation —to listen as it fades,

rolls, descends, and disappears.


Who knows the mysteries attributed

to the ground i stand on?

If traveled, i will have accepted its maze,

if understood —i will have accepted its direction.


Who can remember,

that we can go through the eye of a needle

with the sparkle of a moment?

i believe, only in the beholder’s mind

and conscience, threaded within our soul.


Good afternoon.


Posted by on February 29, 2020 in Existential, Poetry, Wisdom, Zen


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11 responses to “Good Afternoon


    March 7, 2020 at 2:13 pm

    Life is like that: going through the eye of a needle with the sparkle of a moment. And what of the other side.


  2. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar

    March 3, 2020 at 6:14 pm

    … that eye of the needle requires a lot of “off-loading”… Not everyone is willing.


  3. Magaly Guerrero

    March 2, 2020 at 11:14 am

    There is a lot of hope in that final sparkle, in that glimpse of understanding…


  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    March 1, 2020 at 7:48 pm

    I’m all for staying and enjoying the sparkle! And yet, it may indeed be that the next adventure would sparkle even brighter.


  5. Anthony North

    March 1, 2020 at 3:30 pm

    I clap with one hand, sir. Nice one.


  6. Beverly Crawford

    March 1, 2020 at 2:17 pm

    I just want to take time to enjoy the “sparkle in t he moment”. Love that phrase!


  7. Cressida

    March 1, 2020 at 10:35 am

    Hmmm…well we know wearing lots of sparkles is not getting one through the eye of the needle:) It’s good to ponder these concepts As for conscience….I’m afraid that is now considered an oppressive outmoded concept from the past. We live in a world that does not recognise absolutes (right and wrong) if it feels good, it is good. Oops now you’ve got me started …I am attempting to be sanguine and restrained for Lent. Enjoyed your poem.


  8. magicalmysticalteacher

    March 1, 2020 at 9:21 am

    To be a needle that is being threaded, am I? What an intriguing concept!


  9. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    March 1, 2020 at 8:49 am

    I think, finding a direction for every day is becoming harder and harder. Maybe, it’s better to sit and wait


  10. gillena

    March 1, 2020 at 8:34 am

    Waiting for Godot i remember reading that book, ZQ
    Sunday Smiles

    Thanks for your appreciation Carol

    much love


  11. Sherry Marr

    February 29, 2020 at 5:46 pm

    A very philosophical poem indeed, kiddo. I love your closing lines, especially, and all the sparkles.

    Liked by 1 person


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