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STOP
Once young
Long is the wait to be wise
Once old
We're strong no longer
And slow to rise
Yon hill before another
Once moon hunted me
Made haste through black armed trees
Hounded by the many armed trees
With one word before the dawn
Shrill before horizon dawn
STOP
But I did not
.
.
To ask what chased the moon
Made wild by night
Yet mild before the morn
Long is the wait to be wise
Once old
We're strong no longer
And slow to rise
Yon hill before another
Once moon hunted me
Made haste through black armed trees
Hounded by the many armed trees
With one word before the dawn
Shrill before horizon dawn
STOP
But I did not
.
.
To ask what chased the moon
Made wild by night
Yet mild before the morn
Published 21st Jan 2017
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21st Jan 2017 12:05pm
youth goes where it isn't wise to go
but in later years, wish we had the will to return;
you weave fine tales, don't stop...
but in later years, wish we had the will to return;
you weave fine tales, don't stop...
21st Jan 2017 12:37pm
Whale there is something wild and untamed about your write.. love the way you've captured the moon in this write..
love Brenda
love Brenda
21st Jan 2017 2:03pm
21st Jan 2017 5:18pm
I felt the beginning when you can't wait to age. And then once we age and get old we turn into a baby again lol. Good work
22nd Jan 2017 6:23pm
Anonymous
21st Jan 2017 5:43pm
Just as beauty is wasted on youth and wisdom is nothing more than water slipping through aged fingers, like memory from waterfalls. This reminds me so much when i was younger it felt like time was at standstill, the days were so long and now i feel like time is like water running through sieve.
Ageless wisdom you got here Whale.
Ageless wisdom you got here Whale.
22nd Jan 2017 6:25pm
Anonymous
21st Jan 2017 7:53pm
'And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced
By the greedy hands of politics and half truths'
I cannot help but to hum this tune
as I read this.
But it's like the words that I once wrote
and still live by:
'I'm not looking for the fountain of youth,
but the fountain of knowledge & wisdom'
This piece conveys just that!
Excellent, Whale;)
~xo, Devlin
22nd Jan 2017 6:27pm
That's great Dev! Perfect
Ps. do ya think we could use that there fountain of knowledge to find that fountain of youth btw
Ps. do ya think we could use that there fountain of knowledge to find that fountain of youth btw
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22nd Jan 2017 6:29pm
aye that's beautiful Mourgana - ink like blood from the Chalice Well inspiring these words
23rd Jan 2017 6:41am
already many fine comments to your poem whale, certainly it speaks to the universal and discommoding truths of time that you have touched on here, well done mi amigo
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