Coming through to the other side.
Like walking through a waterfall.
You say doomsday, I say hurray!
Coming through the fire whole.
Like dancing barefoot on coals.
You say no way, I say today!
Changing isn’t easy, light to dark.
Like moving around the sun.
You want to stay, I say no way!
Change is life, doom is in the reading.
Like sunshine after a storm, it passes.
You want to hide away, I go play!
Doom, doom, doom, doom.
Every flower whispers it every fall.
Every spring they are wrong again.
Doom, doom, doom, doom.
Stand tall and face it, have courage!
Have faith for just one more step.
Dance one more song, even if you die.
Sing one more poem, even a line.
Never stop living, treasure that breath!
Doom to boom – isn’t that history?
To be alive, right now, is enough.
To live for tomorrow, is all we need.
For impressionism at dVerse Poets and Doomsday for With Real Toads.
Sunflower Poetry 
Daydreamertoo said,
August 9, 2012 at 11:47 pm
Yes indeed. My mother always used to say that, why worry about tomorrow, tomorrow may never come, live for today.
Nice one Shanyn 🙂 Doom to boom… lol
shanyns said,
August 10, 2012 at 12:21 am
Thanks! Glad you liked it! 🙂
Jerry said,
August 10, 2012 at 12:03 am
“Dance one more song, even if you die.
Sing one more poem, even a line.
Never stop living, treasure that breath!”
My favorite stanza…sometimes all it takes is one line.
shanyns said,
August 10, 2012 at 12:20 am
Jerry – thanks for this comment, so glad you found something to love here! Great that you stopped by.
Helen said,
August 10, 2012 at 12:35 am
… ‘You say doomsday, I say hurray!’ My favorite line … in your wonderful poem!!!
shanyns said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:10 am
Helen – thanks! 🙂
brian miller said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:00 am
Change is life, doom is in the reading…i really like that line…it really grabbed me when i was reading…then of course the same one jerry points out….that flourish of hope in the final seconds…i am all about a final dance…smiles..
shanyns said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:14 am
Brian – thanks! 🙂 Your thoughts always make my day. So good that you stopped by.
Mary said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:02 am
You are definitely right. Every fall there is ‘doom,’ but every spring proves it false. Doom is definitely in the reading (as you said), but that is one book I choose not to read. Like you, I believe in the importance of being alive right now and of planning tomorrow. Beyond that, who knows….. I like your philosophy & agree!
shanyns said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:14 am
Mary – thanks! I don’t believe we are to know the future, but we are to live today as fully as we can, knowing what we do today impacts someone’s future. So glad you liked the poem.
hedgewitch said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:02 am
Affirmative and full of spirit, Shanyn. No doomsaying here.
shanyns said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:15 am
Thanks! 🙂 Gotta be me. No one else is qualified! ha ha
Kay L. Davies said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:28 am
Counting my own, I’ve read twenty of these now, Shanyn, and you rock the whole challenge with your truly joyous doomsday poem. I’d have said “no way” and you’d have proven me wrong.
K
shanyns said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:30 am
Kay – I am so honoured by your comment. Thank you my dear! 🙂
Mama Zen said,
August 10, 2012 at 2:15 am
Nicely done!
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:38 am
Thanks! 🙂
Hannah Gosselin said,
August 10, 2012 at 3:02 am
Doom, doom, doom, doom.
Every flower whispers it every fall.
Every spring they are wrong again.
I love the thought of the flowers whispering this…inaudible worry…well written Shanyn!!
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:38 am
Hannah – thank you! 🙂
Isadora Gruye said,
August 10, 2012 at 3:17 am
Every flower whispers it every fall.
Every spring they are wrong again.
This piece is dripping with a peaceful shrug in the face of the whirling cosmos we cannot control. Thank you so much for participating, you did such a great job!!! Viva la
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:39 am
Thank you! I was trying for something like that, so glad it came through.
Margaret said,
August 10, 2012 at 3:23 am
Doom, doom, doom, doom.
Every flower whispers it every fall.
Every spring they are wrong again.
That is so awesome!
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:39 am
Thanks Margaret! 🙂 So glad you enjoyed it.
ManicDdaily said,
August 10, 2012 at 3:25 am
Very uplifting poem! It is hard to view one’s self in natural cycles though – especially in the low ends, but good to keep in mind! k.
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:40 am
It is hard, no doubt about it, but so worthwhile in the trying!
Gay Reiser Cannon said,
August 10, 2012 at 3:28 am
Painting the world with optimism. I once did that. Stay true to it, it mostly carries you through…at least long enough.
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:40 am
I have to do it that way or the darkness wins and it knows enough of me to know it could pull me back. 🙂
Claudia said,
August 10, 2012 at 6:46 am
To be alive, right now, is enough..this just sums it up for me…
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:41 am
So glad you enjoyed it Claudia, thanks for stopping by.
John (@bookdreamer) said,
August 10, 2012 at 10:04 am
You have to dance through life as for the flowers…
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:41 am
We so do! 🙂 Thanks for coming by.
Kerry O'Connor said,
August 10, 2012 at 11:12 am
I loved your form, and the authentic voice of reason which pervades each line:
Change is life, doom is in the reading…
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:41 am
Kerry – thanks! I’m so pleased you enjoyed it. Thank you for coming over.
Susan said,
August 10, 2012 at 1:29 pm
I’m with a few others in pulling out this verse for its power in an altogether powerful poem:
“Doom, doom, doom, doom.
Every flower whispers it every fall.
Every spring they are wrong again.”
At first the tone in your poem was carefree, and then I started to feel wistfulness amid the drumming–that you were trying to talk yourself into believing or to find a place for doom in nature. And it may be natural, though I suspect the flower knows it will regenerate. Do we?
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:42 am
Susan – you felt right, and I was seeking a place for that doom we all fear, us humans, and yet it seems to float right by all else in nature.
Victoria C. Slotto said,
August 10, 2012 at 5:49 pm
Perfect poem for me today, Shanyns. The sun is in and out of clouds and the storm of change is happening.
shanyns said,
August 11, 2012 at 2:43 am
Victoria – praying that you come through the storm washed clean and ready to start anew! Thanks for coming, so pleased it was able to give you something today during your storms.