The moments just
before is also after;
each
beat of heart
are pearls
upon a string:
until it falls apart
in pieces — broken.
But how to tell
which moment that comes last,
is why I’m searching.
The golden pearls by Erte
An experiment in micropoetry for Tuesday Platform at toads
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
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“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
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Wow…such a poignant poem! Absolutely loved the comparison of heartbeats to pearls.
You had me at the opening lines.. ❤️ this is beautiful!
Wow…I love this…but can such a search have an end?
Lovely. Thank you for the introduction to yet another genre. You have gifted me in this way so many times – and I greatly appreciate it.
comparing heartbeats to pearls – gorgeous! Often what we think is an end is often a beginning of something new – something re-strung perhaps.
Or which pearl hit first when it all falls apart. So much in so little and so well done.
I liked the heartbeats to pearls lines especially.
Love the metaphor. The image is perfect for the poem.
Love this.
How can we tell indeed… great thought.
Very graceful poem & the final lines are arresting, pure and true.
which moment that comes last,
is why I’m searching.
One continues to search for solutions. Wonderful micro-poetry Bjorn!
Hank
Truly enjoyed this one!
You have written this poem with the lightest of touches. Very beautifully done.
Wonderful!
Oh yes, Bjorn! I would not look for the ending breath. But actually at my age I have starting counting down instead of up.
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Simply beautiful!
Eloquent in its brevity and execution, Bjorn!
this poem is amazing. i’ll be sharing this one.