Minutes –
As peeling paint demands the clock hand sweep at the pace of glass melting
Hours –
That stretch the shadows across the stepping stones of calendar pages
Days –
Named for gods who absconded late their powers lost to man
Months –
That fly through perfumed halls of future planning
Seasons -
For Trees that shrug the leaves of summer lately turned to rust
Years –
Where changes accumulate in increments of perceived wisdom
Decades -
Foundations bloom on dirt paths tread by the phantoms of my youth
A lifetime -
And petals fail to decorate the core so long left its own beauty to assert
14 comments:
It's beautiful. Not much more left to say, but thank you for sharing.
Where changes accumulate in increments of perceived wisdom...beautiful. -Jayne
Eternity - whose observation urges such ageless wisdom to be writ so well.
"Months..........."
Now that's a line sir.
Where do you find these things?
Libertine: Thanks for stopping by :)
Jayne: thank you
Yodood: a fitting and flattering epilogue
Jimmy: different lines seem to appeal to different people - I like that :D
James: this things are not found, they accumulate, like mould ;}
wherever you dig, keep digging!!
this was lovely and evocative; I like how you have these contained pieces braiding and echoing... I will have to have a different favourite line for each different day
also, am enjoying the look back through your two most recent posts...unloved was so achingly touching;
she dances... strikes a chord within me... and it also touched my trekkie heart, for some strange reason...
thanks for all this marvelous work.
Decades...ah yes! Smashing good work, Pisces...and love the clock...
Wow! that is lovely :-)
Harlequin: I was digging in the garden at the weekend - found nothing but worms and dead birds previously buried after being brought in by the cat :]
Subby: Decades - I loved that song by Joy Division
CherryPie: Thank You :D
As much as I liked what you did here I loved the way you structured it PI.
walking man: Thank you - this was a coagulation of lines that came together almost by accident - just required a bit of order.
hi pieces:
here is my free, realistic interpretation of your poem, feel free to delte it.
untill seasons we could say that they where hunter-gathers humans
years would be in the middle of hunter-gathers and greedy power seekers
decades and lifetimes would be in the greedy-power seekers
The longer the time, the worst the human quiality of the people.
how come?arent they suppose to become wiser with age?
Mariana: Feel free to interpret wherever you want - your take on these lines is as good as any :) Thanks!
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