Poet of the River

Rookie - 10 Points (july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

Hands Of Time (Thought) - Poem by Poet of the River

The candle lit, the fire ablaze.
on the table i sit, counting the days.
as time expands, and days grow colder,
the chill of hands, as the bones grow older.
the simple desire, to warm to your fill.
the warmth of the fire, to bite back the chill.
smile and savor, the warming chance.
hands waver, as the flames dance.
and winter becomes spring again.

Comments about Hands Of Time (Thought) by Poet of the River

  • Gold Star - 5,767 Points Patricia Grantham (4/27/2013 4:07:00 PM)

    Time brings on changes and we can't stop it.
    Seasons are always there with us and never stops
    to let us know it. A good write. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 11,722 Points Hazel Durham (4/24/2013 7:23:00 AM)

    From the darkest winter the gift of spring is near to bloom and to hold dear! (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,048 Points Kevin Patrick (4/16/2013 1:49:00 PM)

    Finally spring is around the corner, now its time to get a little warmer. Life might get harder but enjoy the plae your at (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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