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LIFE
Sending signs of beginnings
Of Being and of endings
Life is not the passing of time
The dust collects on books
It blows in from the street
Old crevices of skin a scirocco
Contouring eyes hollowed by fear
The eyes they see brittle bones
Of a once gentle elegant man
They see sea bills scooping krill
Oak leaves leaving Autumn trees
A grape raised to raisin
And the deceits and regrets
That cancer a man and whisper
Lest the silent listen
A life is not the passing of time
Dead skin or dead sea rippling
But his restless dreams billowing
Off a distant desert warming
The seed of those yet to be born
Of Being and of endings
Life is not the passing of time
The dust collects on books
It blows in from the street
Old crevices of skin a scirocco
Contouring eyes hollowed by fear
The eyes they see brittle bones
Of a once gentle elegant man
They see sea bills scooping krill
Oak leaves leaving Autumn trees
A grape raised to raisin
And the deceits and regrets
That cancer a man and whisper
Lest the silent listen
A life is not the passing of time
Dead skin or dead sea rippling
But his restless dreams billowing
Off a distant desert warming
The seed of those yet to be born
Published 22nd Jan 2016
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22nd Jan 2016 6:27pm
They see sea bills scooping krill
Oak leaves leaving Autumn trees
A grape raised to raisin
And the deceits and regrets
That cancer a man and whisper
Lest the silent listen
Those are really great stanzas...
Really like the use of language...
Oak leaves leaving Autumn trees
A grape raised to raisin
And the deceits and regrets
That cancer a man and whisper
Lest the silent listen
Those are really great stanzas...
Really like the use of language...
22nd Jan 2016 6:58pm
22nd Jan 2016 7:32pm
you take a hard run thru the blowing storm,
trying to protect those seeds.
fine composing...
trying to protect those seeds.
fine composing...
22nd Jan 2016 7:41pm
22nd Jan 2016 11:37pm
23rd Jan 2016 00:50am
23rd Jan 2016 6:12am
23rd Jan 2016 2:07am
"And the deceits and regrets
That cancer a man and whisper
Lest the silent listen"
And in the end, it's that silence we all fear the most I think. Much enjoyed the innuendos neath this one.
Michael
That cancer a man and whisper
Lest the silent listen"
And in the end, it's that silence we all fear the most I think. Much enjoyed the innuendos neath this one.
Michael
23rd Jan 2016 6:09am
.... And just what constitutes the measure of one's Life.....by what standards does one assign, (and recognize) it's value...it's meaning?? Not so much in it's moments of remembered 'glory' and happiness, but rather in it's fading instances of poignant pain and sadness....and "deceits and regrets that cancer a man's (woman's) Life...."
Whale, Mo Chara, this piece is composed with your signature ink of insight ! ...And together with your unique, and vivid imagery, it resonates soo deeply...... within my very soul!
( while reading your final stanza, in my mind i kept being reminded of Martin Luther King, Jr. and this quote: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.")
Whale, Mo Chara, this piece is composed with your signature ink of insight ! ...And together with your unique, and vivid imagery, it resonates soo deeply...... within my very soul!
( while reading your final stanza, in my mind i kept being reminded of Martin Luther King, Jr. and this quote: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.")
24th Jan 2016 8:59am
Thank you my dear enchanted one - it's what we yearn for not what we earn that stretches over the years - really glad to see you on my pages!
24th Jan 2016 6:45am
whale, your diction is spellbinding & never ceases to stir one to introspection
loved this from start to finish
xo
loved this from start to finish
xo
24th Jan 2016 9:02am
Ah my shadoe - I've walked this journey of DU with U - a pleasure to read your comment
No, indeed it is not the passing of time. But, rather, that which creates time that passes. Beautiful, Whale.
25th Jan 2016 4:19am
26th Jan 2016 10:27pm
You got to love the colorful usage of words, we'll picked. I like it a lot!
26th Jan 2016 10:49pm
21st Mar 2016 4:24pm
How consuming and delicate,
it is as if I were to pick up such a
leaf with my hands, surely it would
return to its naturale state.. .
Oxygenated Wisdom... as is now.
even more so
-Howlings
it is as if I were to pick up such a
leaf with my hands, surely it would
return to its naturale state.. .
Oxygenated Wisdom... as is now.
even more so
-Howlings
23rd Mar 2016 7:34am
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