This Drunken Reeling Beneath a Dying Sun by William Taylor Jr.

July 30, 2009 by Scot

Awkward and absurd
in this moment in time,

lost among the lost,

lacking the grace of God’s
finer things,

we are given so little time
to be beautiful.

Our tiny lives

so soon forgotten,

so soon

just lists of things
to sell or give away.

The dance is a strange one,

and I could not hope to offer
any dream of meaning.

I only know

this drunken reeling
beneath a dying sun
is all we are,

this briefest of instants
as we brush death aside

to wait jealous
and vengeful in the hungry shadows.

Posted in William Taylor Jr. | Tagged poetry | 5 Comments

on July 30, 2009 at 2:07 pm | Reply jck hnry

i aspire to be a writer like wm taylor jr…kick ass
on July 30, 2009 at 8:01 pm | Reply Joie Cook

william taylor jr: i feel this poem every day.
it is my internal dialogue. beautifully put.
thank you.
on August 12, 2009 at 6:03 am | Reply Father Luke

Poets are often dismissed, accused of being just teen
angst that’s never grown up.

But, when I read William Taylor Jr. I see grown up writing.
And I really wish that I could slow down my snail’s paced life
to really look at things the way he does.

Not that it would make any difference in the world, but it
would be fun to be able to see things the way Bill sees
things, if just for a little while.

So, I’m grateful I’m able to read him. It makes the dull ache
pound a little less, and the world seems brighter in that one
instant.

– –
Okay,
Father Luke
on August 19, 2009 at 2:01 pm | Reply rebecca

can’t wait to read your new so book…b
on September 6, 2009 at 4:13 am | Reply Dave Picariello

So aptly put about being given so little
time to be beautiful…which dot is Earth
let alone the people on the land?