We had it all

[Biggus]

It was here, in our grasp
We could see it, feel it, touch it
Something steadfast and solid
Reassuring and comforting
A constant, a given
Something infinite and immeasurable

We had it all in our hands
A living breathing thing
That we gave life
Our own creation, our new entity
But we let it escape from our grasp
Slowly slipping through our fingers
Though we tried to recapture it
It was illusive, like trying to net smoke
It evaded our efforts

So now it's gone and nothing remains,
Of that entity that was us
Nothing tangible, nothing physical
Only memories remain

[Delta40]

I would like to explore the 'how' between the lines of

Our own creation, our new entity
But we let it escape from our grasp

I'm interested in the loosing of the entity - how did the 'but' occur? as I envision this smoky retreat from your hand to leave nothing but vague residue.....

[Biggus]

Thats life I'm afraid, sometimes you cant put your finger on what exactly turned the tide.
Thanks for reading anyway.

Paul

[blazeofglory]

It was here, in our grasp
We could see it, feel it, touch it
Something steadfast and solid
Reassuring and comforting
A constant, a given
Something infinite and immeasurable

We had it all in our hands
A living breathing thing
That we gave life
Our own creation, our new entity
But we let it escape from our grasp
Slowly slipping through our fingers
Though we tried to recapture it
It was illusive, like trying to net smoke
It evaded our efforts

So now it's gone and nothing remains,
Of that entity that was us
Nothing tangible, nothing physical
Only memories remain

It is really a very deep poem, and nothing remains of us ultimately.

Even memories too fade and get dimmer and dimmer over.

[Biggus]

Very true, thanks Blaze

[blazeofglory]

It was here, in our grasp
We could see it, feel it, touch it
Something steadfast and solid
Reassuring and comforting
A constant, a given
Something infinite and immeasurable

We had it all in our hands
A living breathing thing
That we gave life
Our own creation, our new entity
But we let it escape from our grasp
Slowly slipping through our fingers
Though we tried to recapture it
It was illusive, like trying to net smoke
It evaded our efforts

So now it's gone and nothing remains,
Of that entity that was us
Nothing tangible, nothing physical
Only memories remain

Yes, everything is illusive, and we cannot capture it for good. It fleets.

We try to grasp life for ever.

Life is a stream that cannot be contained in anything. It inundates anything it comes across and goes over the brim. It cannot bed brimmed or contained.

How beautifully you have written it.

Nothing can speak better about life than poetry and your poem endorses this fact.

[Biggus]

Thank you so much