Life is like a poem
A bold beginning: a gasp: an outcry, naive and malleable: a premise intended to be proven

Life is like a poem
Cries like choppy sentences, diapers like misplaced modifiers, sleepless nights like ellipses…

Life is like a poem
Sometimes sappy, snappy, lengthy or brief,
desperate or depressed, smooth, slender, or slick, triumphant, lost or found again

Life is like a poem,
Laughter like verbose receptions of joy, enunciated with flying hands, fingers drawing out a world
Love like the fleeting, bone deep shiver that occurs with profound lasting sentences.

Life is like a poem
Scrawled out on newspapers like obituaries On paper napkins like the one who got away, on royal ivory like matrimonial vows, on receipts like first jobs, like the first flash of reality

Life is like a poem
A future outlined in silence: stanza to stanza to stanza to stanza; school to school to job to retirement
Yet the expected often twists into the unexpected

Life is like a poem
Funerals like rowdy applause
Everyone dressed in black
A wake like a hopeless request for an encore

Life is like a poem
Breaths like proclamations or unsteady steps into obscurity or quick, nervous exhales
And those pauses like a blur in memory; forgotten by the overlord of time
Till that last pause, that last exhale and the poem is ended.