We Descend Poem by Ernestine Northover
We Descend
Observe life as a spiralling dance,
It twirls with no rest down the years,
Taking those minutes of chance,
Rotating them with happiness and tears.
Lifting the heart to sheer heights,
Sending paths down darkening ways,
Swirling moments into bright lights,
Changing time into shadowy greys.
Facing each day and each night,
Every hour steadily we descend,
Through a rollercoaster's rushing flight,
To a slow gentle spiralling end.
© Ernestine Northover
The spiral is such a powerful all encompassing metaphor for life and so much that surrounds it. You bring an immense amount of angles and ideas into a very short poem with tremendous effect and exploit that metaphor to the full. Excellent poem on a very seductive theme for this reader. xx jim
It's all been said Ernestine, you are a natural, this is absolutely beautiful-------Melvina
Extraordinary! Erne you have seen the descend from the peak? The dancing wolves?
Ernestine...Very fine piece...I read your Bio, and it's very hard to believe that your artistry is merely pass-time enjoyment...you are quite gifted indeed, and to me it is apparent that you really enjoy your time writing....the quality of your craftsmanship, is the dead give-away here.Hope you enjoy the 4th of July Weekend, and look forward to revisiting your work once again....Frank/FJR
I think that you have ASCENDED to a great height in order to get a view as profound as this Brilliant and well worth the read Love Duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The fairground ride is a good metaphor for life Ernestine, and you bring all of its colours to life, beautifully.