we demand ignorance
negotiate over the ‘first time’
a dilettante at recording happenings
as the present segues to the past
in a blink, in a click
the tongue slays
burnt stubs rest in ashtray
we smolder to live the mistakes
cinders multiply and the experience stays
archetypal complexion of blue skies
always a first time
dark and clouded, it rains
first cry, first love, first ache
fails us, in itself it never fails
‘The first’ happens and plays
a buttress for ‘the second’
‘The third’ to lose or gain
steps stumble
©Written Frames, 2018
P.S. The first time moments trigger a will to live this life. This picture was taken on my first ever visit to a beach. It took me 24 years to see the mighty waves sing a lullaby of forever to this frail heart of mine. I surrendered to the beauty of it and there is no single morning after, that I did not wish to wake up by the sound of waters flowing…..
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