In the hall
Where floor boards creak
Through the tall doors
From the Street
A shaft of golden light
Is strung
With the dust of ages hung
Though nothing in the air is seen
There
Within this golden beam
There
The dust of ages hung
Moving slowly
In the sun
So it is
In our daydream
Not all that is
Is always seen
Sometimes it takes
A shadows line
To let the golden light
Define
All there is to see
More ways than one
Like the dust of ages
Hung
Surprise! I've just done the same as Gillian - and like the same ones particularly -but have engaged with them all (if rather too fast, since one or two give me ideas for 'my' poems...) but as you say, as long as it gets written and read...thanks, and I have to put it like this, keep writing!
Well Egal Bohen, I've sat here and read all your poems this morning. They are wonderful. I especially enjoyed the one about the boy of 11, one about the navigation of life, the one about the Unicorn infact I enjoyed them all and a Great Big thankyou to you!
When I was a small child, I would sit and stare at the 'shaft of golden light' and watch the dust moving like its own galaxy. This poem is a lovely description of that light. Raynette
I love the flow and rhythm of this poem. It is so well written that it just rolls right off your tongue. I really enjoyed this. Nice one. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eeerie; cleverly crafted verse which reveal answers to the human condition. Wonderful.