Member Poem

For whatever sudden thought latent,
a motivation,  say, on certain foot of,
that nudge, that prompt, that shrewd,
little tint or  hint one always struggles,
to phrase or find an apt phrase for,
under pressure  even if imagined,
of that notion which the inner light  has,
a beguiling  penchant for springing on,
those seeking the ultimate in meaningful,
existence which  is  that vital  quest 
then the clock (alarm or otherwise),
one’s watch which is a  canny meter, 
or any other measure of the ticking second,
known as time should be our instant right now,
spur to use with urgency that one should never,
fritter or  even contemplate  frittering away,
don't squander your precious gift from birth,
life is such a sentient  sumptuous blue sky,
a night endowed with moon and star glow, 
awash with gemstones of opportunity