! ! Before Time Poem by Bob Blackwell
! ! Before Time
Before time,
before birth of
clocks, watches,
other ways to
compass, fragment
disrupt our day:
we noticed how,
as the golden orb
that makes the light of day,
rose, the moon and stars
dissolved, the night
escaped new day,
Mother Nature stirred.
We saw grasses move,
flowers unfurl, we heard
leaves rustle in the breeze,
to silence mornings hush;
we smelt the morning air,
felt how it invigorated,
gave life to all dawns
creatures on the move.
We remarked how as the
air warmed to evaporate
the mist or fog of night,
tiny insects moved on mass,
butterflies spread honeyed wings,
before they searched for flowers.
Before time we were in touch
with natures charm, connected
to the natural world, we knew
we needed nature, that nature
needed us, we knew we were
part of natures tranquil way.
As the sun moved higher,
to move in an arc, we
measured parts of day
by suns position, and light
created shadows that vary
with progression of our day.
We watched the phases of moon,
and passing of the seasons.
From this we knew our tasks,
our needs, when we should,
work, play, eat or rest.
Nothing was precise, but our
crops grew, we harvested,
we secured our shelter, we
understood our needs.
From nature we received
rain and sun to help our
food grow and multiply,
we understood that if
it failed to rain, we must
move to yet another plain,
travel to different part of land.
Then in gratitude we
gave thanks we made
sacrifice to God of Sky,
Mother Natures store
of sun and rain,
we knew all land
belonged to all people,
all creatures of this world.
Then without title held
without exclusivity we lived
in peace, in tune with nature,
and happy with its provisions,
We did not covet, or make war.
Before time, of time machines,
as the moon rose, as stars came out,
happy, grateful, for what our day supplied,
we closed our eyes, we rested, then we slept.
15-07-2009
Remarkable imageries came out from this very thoughtful poem! 10+
the sands of time are running freely, how much sand is left my bottom glass is nearly full, time measurement is theft unlike flipping the hour glass, time does not stand still and we cannot start again, oh! lives bitter pill
There is so much truth contained in these words and your imagery captures the attention. This is definitely a poem worth reading many times over to enjoy each nuance. Thank you.
A lovely calming write Bob, before progress things were so different, some things are better now, some not, great imagery in this 10 from me Lynda xx
Bob, my sentiments completely. Sadly we record our life by hours in the day, but the old ways were much simpler and more beneficial. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. David
I love this one, Bob. It is so refreshing to think of an era not ruled by clocks. A simpler, less complicated. existence under the sun and the stars. A quality poem from a quality poet.10/10 Friends at poemhunter, Sandra
Greed for power, greed for control has always been (since Eve and her apple) but the to destruct is manmade - nothing wrong with our world, it's battling to overcome man's disgrace and disrepect - nature keeps returning as from the beginning of time, giving us another chance but man remains blind - Leaders remain deaf and attention to natural disasters gets pointed out rather than Brother killing Brother whatever the age - An alarming fact Bob, well written
It is true that our natural life has been disrupted by various time machines but is it not an irony that we have run out of time? A universal poem in its true significance. Great work, Bob. Worth to read..........................10/10. Regards Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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To read this poem is to read your soul Bob...you have a wonderful way with words and a philosophy which makes me envious...A really super read regards Alf