Thursday, October 12, 2006

How Things Are
By Don Iannone

Limits:
what we think, and
not always the way the world is.
Boundaries:
those we impose,
and those imposed by others.
Boxes:
those we live in,
and those others draw.
Time:
a self-initiated pendulum,
and a metronome of the self.
What's important:
what really is,
and not always what we think.
Life:
what's important,
and only ours to borrrow.

9 comments:

Dan said...

Uh huh.

Travis Jay Morgan said...

Death: The common destination of our impermenant being.

Poetry by Kai said...

so true....

gautami tripathy said...

How encouraging...

polona said...

loved it, don!

Pat Paulk said...

I guess that means if I get a little short, I can't borrow any from you. Guess I'll be satisfied pondering the poem!!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks all. Wish I could engage more, but life permits me just this, but know I believe you are all special.

Mike said...

Ooh, I love your take on limits in this poem. Very creative approach to that fact in our lives.

Rachie Poo said...

This is a great poem. We put ourselves into corners sometimes and forget what is really important...living for others opinions of us.

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