Life's grand, a great big sun,
under which the rain can run,
an amalgamated torrent, a verdant river,
both of green growth and red slimy slither.
The snake bites, it's venom strung,
onto one's heartstrings, can be wrung,
till out with the old comes in the new,
till changes forever the newest view.
Life's disconnected, a piece of Eden,
A place to hole up, to place one's creed in.
Till back out hath the creator come,
and once again forgotten, only crumbs.
The trail's followed, back to the source,
till once again, the river runs its course.
Very nice, Kevin. I'm definately a fan. It is refresing to read well written poetry amongst the norm. <
Nice poem with plenty of depth. Beautifully conceived. Good vivid imagery. Great stuff. A perfect...10 Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Furthermore, I understand that well written poetry does not come easy. It takes work and a tremendous amount of thought and intelligence to produce quality! ! <