An Old Man Told Me This* Poem by elysabeth faslund
An Old Man Told Me This*
Walk with no shoes...walk quietly.
Walk like a new mother,
Watching her babe.
Walk, not speaking, as close to
Sunset as you can.
Walk when there are no clouds
In the sky.
Tiptoe to the waves' edge. Stop.
Do not touch the water.
It is not yet time.
Listen, until the sun touches the
Horizon.
Now. Fill your hands with water,
Foam, the sea. The Mother.
What do you feel...what do you
Sense?
They are all there...in your hands...
Dinosaurs, Neanderthal, ancestor
Reptiles, Rameses, Montezuma...
Eternity cannot compare to their
Peace.
All now gone...have found the
Beginning.
No more will they return.
We have lost them...not to bones,
Ashes.
To a place in Time where they come
And go as they please.
They will know you, eventually,
By the feel of your hands...
Reverence in your eyes...
Sorrow in your heart.
For there is no Heaven, only
Continuity...
In the Sea.
Eternity cannot compare to...this feeling your reader gets when they read this poem of yours. This is an excellent poem. Amazing poetry, my friend, grateful at the chance to read it! Hugs, Lee
Elysabeth: Extremely good, the meter, the mood, the closing thought, and everything that leads up to it. Eternity cannot compare to their peace. Beautiful. Many thanks, G
Wise old man, indeed...And what a poet! lol! Great work here, Elysabeth... Much wisdom, anf grande pictorial...Like the title to boot! ...A+! FjR
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4/24/2024 7:36:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
awsome write, haven't read something like this in a long time, love to meet this old man that told you this ben