Minutes in the hour of need
Hours in the day of grief
Recompense for silent belief
In adequate display
It fills the void of dreams enjoyed
As ether soaked in phantoms' lore
A gust of flame then nothing more
The thrust of tides recede
How the final minutes marching
Trace the subtle lines of grace
Pouring life into this space
And so defy the angry sky
And it impends and it stalks
And it lives by ambush predation
And it takes its shadowy station
Along the banks of faith
Onward flows the swollen river
Sweeping on the desperate way
From shrouded mountains far and gray
The ocean's provenance
I like the poem and have a few questions: To what does 'It' refer in 'It fills the void of dreams enjoyed'? And to what does the flame refers in 'A gust of flame' - to the brief existence of the soul of man? Does it in 'And it impends and it stalks' refer to time as stalking life? Does the flowing river in 'Onward flows the swollen river' refer to the river of life? I found your poem very interesting and am looking forward to your reply, Kind regards, Margaret.
thanks for appreciating my poem. Well, you're one of the best writer I have read. You got excellent poetical style of presenting your sublime thoughts. Thanks and best wishes. Melvin Banggollay Tabuk, Kalinga, Philippines
I like how you've conveyed the deep emotional flow throughout the poem in rhyming verse-form - extremely well. Coll
Absolutely beautiful! The poesy (? right word) of the rhyming is wonderful, and the images are great, too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your reading and commenting on my poem 'Invisible Artist' has linked me to your work and boy am I happy? This stuff is great - soothing rhythm, strong images, natural flow. I really enjoyed it. Shall be reading more of you. Take care