Posture, poise, and grace Expected of us, but not Easily achieved
Other poems from Life and Lemons…
Great unknowns lie somewhere beyond Across great valleys and expanse of sky Venture out and cross the pond Fortune fair and wise there lie
I thought I’d seen so much Until I saw it all Used my youth as a crutch So my ignorance would not fall I never knew I never knew I never knew the world In its endless, infinite sprawl. Or So I thought... I knew everything, deep down Memories receded I’d seen life and love and truth In little moments, long retreated I never knew the dawn I never knew the night I never knew the happiness Of watching stars fade into sunlight But Now I Know… Swimming beneath the velvety black Dusk gives way to day Glimmering, burning, glistening jewels Fade in the sun’s first ray I never knew the dark I never knew the light I never knew the sunrise Until it made my follies die away And I Could See… Years are not what all men need To triumph in wisdom and relish in life For I am so young, and still I’ve seen my share of victory and strife I collected little moments I cached them in my thoughts I knew all that I needed to know An epiphany cut through me like a knife: Daybreak Dawn Twilight Night… All joy and wisdom and meaning comes from These shared experiences Of the human life
What is the meaning of life? I don’t know. Maybe happiness Love Success Charity Giving and taking Making something new Watching ideas grow Take shape Transcend space and time and your own life... I don’t know: I’m much too young, aren’t I? Why are we here? I don’t know. Maybe for a purpose Because life Evolved us into being A higher power A special role A calling A perfect passion designed for us Another worker bee in a Grand colony Just to be and live and exist.... I don’t know: I’m much too inexperienced, aren’t I? Who are you to give advice? I don’t know. Maybe just a girl Behind a computer Typing the thoughts in her brain Building worlds and characters into existence Right there On a little webpage With a blinking cursor Scrambling for inspiration Wracking my brain Make haste and write and build… I don’t know: I’m much too inarticulate, aren’t I? What do these questions have in common? I don’t know. Maybe they’re special Because everyone In the whole wide world Has a different answer to each A passion A calling A reason to be, Live and work and breathe… I don’t know: I’m much too young for this, aren’t I? What is the meaning of life? Maybe mine is To be happy To be a writer To make haste To create To love and to hate To exist in this cacophony and wait and simply be… I think so. Why are we here? Maybe I am here To be an archaeologist A microbiologist An author A soldier A researcher Historian Zoologist Astronomer To find my passion and explore the world and be fearless… I think so. Who am I to give advice? … I do know: I am just a girl. A speck in the infinite river of time One bright star in a never-ending sky An author A poet A musician I give my two cents on life and live and laugh, because... I do know something. I know myself. I’m a girl A speck A star in a beautiful, gem-studded sky I’m unique and wonderful and meant for great things... I know so.
The only infinity on this Earth is the infinity of the questions without answers.”
-Autumn Brutyn
Sitting on the shore of the endless sea A question came on the wind to me A question so rhetorical, so subjective, so sweet, A question without an answer, forever incomplete Impossible to answer, and yet, it lingered on my thoughts: What can encompass life? Life, so complex, so filled with strife! A frog on the banks of a never-ending stream? One speck of dust in the golden sunbeam? No, not that, that’s not right. Because what of the endlessly multiplying people? Billions and billions, like rust spots on a steeple The infinite wisdom in a dragonfly’s eye? Each meaningless fleck of dirt in a rancid pigsty? No, not that, that’s not right. Because what of the young ones, the old, the bold? Each spirit, so unique, with hearts warm and cold… Can nothing emulate it, that tumultuous diversity? The way the Earth rumbles and shakes, all topsity-turvety? Maybe, maybe not, but one thing comes close. Because time will never cease to fly, I thought, just like the river chugging by The river, with its millions of glistening bubbles Bobbing and weaving, like children, no troubles The river, highway to the sea, comes close Because it ebbs and flows, angry before it calms, Has droughts and floods and never-ending qualms Pebbles shift and change, silt travels downstream Just like humanity, restless in their dream That river, roiling and bubbling, comes close Because... Life is imperfect Life is diverse Troubled Beautiful Never a curse Life is drowning Life is sweet Hopeful Dismal Take it from me: There never has been, and never will be, one true answer Life’s secrets are elusive, captivating, like a masked dancer But if you seek an answer, please, hear my plea: Turn to the river! The water! The path to the sea Because the river, To the sea Comes close
