Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back.
-- Harvey MacKay
Quietly, gently flows the river of my time
smoothly snuggling to its serrated banks
with each heartbeat like pulsating chime
but without any days that pass as blanks.
River feeling whole from its spring to sea
vitalized by youth and serene by this age
at once everywhere that it chooses to be
living its every curve and its every stage.
With no care of the ocean's appointment
each fear is dipped in the peaceful flow
nothing back there as disappointment
or upcoming problems that I'd know.
Deep is this river, though at places shallow
water being murky, and at some spots clear
rippled with a big joy and otherwise mellow
all in all more steady than it would appear.
And so, quietly flows this river of my time
apparently passing but still in its every now
lending its rhythm to my every single rhyme
I wish I could say it better, but don't know how.
© 2022 Val Karas