Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem needs no introduction on a grey June day. So here it is:
Life has More Meaning than Death
the world is probably not as exciting
for me as most people,
losing has more meaning than winning.
both small moments in time
that will not change anything,
my important tomorrow
is time’s irrelevance
one important day, time’s second thought
live for meaning
in today’s feelings,
staying the same is better
than not living at all,
playing your part is not submitting.
one animal of many species
still searching for its creator and reason
Marc Latham’s latest FM poem is a jolly little ditty for a January monday in the northern hemisphere, but the poem and day are not all doom and gloom, with
venus already bright in the light,
looking like a diamond coloured kite
above pink contrail ribbons
in a clear sky sunset.
Here’s the FM poem:
Dying to Live, Living to Die
In Death
we find
what we’re looking for
our role’s rendezvous
rehearsed
not knowing the part
Life is learning and losing
returning to the magic
unknown
nature’s voluminous void
promise of innate discovery
last known
At Birth
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