It is necessary to write,
if the days are not to slip emptily by.
How else, indeed,
to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?
For the moment passes, it is forgotten;
the mood is gone; life itself is gone.
~ Vita Sackville-West, Selected Writings
Sources: Poem Source:Schonwiener. Painting by Hermann Teuber, Red Butterflies, (1959) (via Journal of a Nobody)
A beautiful poem, that rings so true.
It is Marion…and it does.
So true, David, so true. Seems to me like the time is approaching for you to write a book!
What John said!! 🙂
Ha! A dream!
yes, exactly.
Draggin’ out my net right now… 🙂
This is most certainly not lost on me.
Note to self: Well, now, based on Bonnie’s lack of blogging activity, something is lost. 😩
Ah friend.. the angst is mine along with yours. You have no idea how much I appreciate this. Keep after me if you can stand it.
OK, as they say, you asked for it. 🙂
Even if you capture that moment…it is easy to forget. Do you ever go back and read your old stuff and wonder where it came from ??
I do. And often I cringe. 😱
I love this! The right message at the right time…thanks 🙂
Me too! Thanks
The poem and art really capture & preserve the truth of the moment..
It does…
which is dedication to their craft….
Love this poem and the idea of the net capturing our thoughts and inspirations like butterflies!
Yes, agree Val.
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Concise and profound!
It is…thanks for sharing.
oh and ouch and what Bonnie said, and you said, and all the moments lost…. I tell myself I will wait until retirement, already pushed back five years and undoubtedly another five more to come…daily I promise myself, today I will write… but later…
Get on it Makere. No time like Now.
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Can one capture lost moments otherwise? I fear not.
Thanks for sharing Makere.
I am grateful every day for my lifelong habit of journaling. It has helped me see patterns and flow that made all the difference in managing my mental health and gives me a sense of continuity when my fried brain can’t.
And you write beautifully….
Thanks, buddy.