Singleton M. Tate
A Stare... A Sad Day - Poem by Singleton M. Tate
I often stare beyond the sky,
Dare I really wonder why?
I see the vastness of creation,
Its perplexity brings deep meditation.
Why am I here, I'll ask?
To what avail is my toil or task?
Through this window of glass all is seen clear.
The 'Answers of Life' that, no one should fear.
How sad a day, for me it seems,
Obscure curtains tell my recondite dreams.
In a starfish ballet on the ledge.
A boy stands petrified, emotions he dreads.
My grandparents are gone forever.
Sweet memories of their loving ways,
Are sealed within frozen pictures.
As serenity evades me each day.
I lament... this frame house of constraint.
A stare... amidst galaxies undiscovered.
Revitalize... my spirit, set adrift my soul,
On beryl seas... that the pure in heart behold.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
No matter what life deals you, always keep moving toward your Light of Purpose... T.G.
This poem was created for a picture poem contest. Imagine everything that I relay in words within a single photograph...
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