Not now inferred,
Tho better now
Than never,
Having heard
That life won’t wait,
For proclivity defers
To coherent state,
With time’s demise
Means but forsake,
While one holds blindly
As master of time’s fate,
Hence to indulge full taste
Ideates point in time repeats,
Thus feigns replace life he wastes
Before that final bow it takes!
ode to the never fully present…
Poetry on a canapé 
Ode to the never fully present. That is what life is- an uncertain present, an uncertain gift. Beautiful piece 💜
Thank you… And yes of course a good point that life is is a present or gift of uncertainties. However what I am alluding to especially deals more with they whom aren’t there fully in the now of life, preoccupied more with what comes next, which may never come, or too soon to enjoy the present, ergo wasting what is in the now, which once gone cannot be retrieved or relived.
Jean-Jacques
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Totally agreed. Beautiful is what this piece is.
Oh how very well said, my dear friend!
Thanks Rebecca! I listen to beings say not now, as in yes, yes I’ll get to it later, to themselves or to others. In the early years it never dawned on me how many not nows it takes to make a lifetime. Oh boy, let me tell you I’m wide awake to it now, what with days that last 3 seconds, and week that stretch out to a minute and a half, not to mention the year that started yesterday knowing that tomorrow I’ll be more than half way through it without even noticing, until myself I ask where it has gone.
Ergo, better now, because the nows that you put off are gone forever.
Jean-Jacques Fournier
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I agree wholeheartedly. Living now is where I find the most peace. Thank you for your marvelous words.