! ! Before Time Poem by Bob Blackwell
! ! Before Time
Before time,
before birth of
clocks, watches,
other ways to
compass, fragment
disrupt our day:
we noticed how,
as the golden orb
that makes the light of day,
rose, the moon and stars
dissolved, the night
escaped new day,
Mother Nature stirred.
We saw grasses move,
flowers unfurl, we heard
leaves rustle in the breeze,
to silence mornings hush;
we smelt the morning air,
felt how it invigorated,
gave life to all dawns
creatures on the move.
We remarked how as the
air warmed to evaporate
the mist or fog of night,
tiny insects moved on mass,
butterflies spread honeyed wings,
before they searched for flowers.
Before time we were in touch
with natures charm, connected
to the natural world, we knew
we needed nature, that nature
needed us, we knew we were
part of natures tranquil way.
As the sun moved higher,
to move in an arc, we
measured parts of day
by suns position, and light
created shadows that vary
with progression of our day.
We watched the phases of moon,
and passing of the seasons.
From this we knew our tasks,
our needs, when we should,
work, play, eat or rest.
Nothing was precise, but our
crops grew, we harvested,
we secured our shelter, we
understood our needs.
From nature we received
rain and sun to help our
food grow and multiply,
we understood that if
it failed to rain, we must
move to yet another plain,
travel to different part of land.
Then in gratitude we
gave thanks we made
sacrifice to God of Sky,
Mother Natures store
of sun and rain,
we knew all land
belonged to all people,
all creatures of this world.
Then without title held
without exclusivity we lived
in peace, in tune with nature,
and happy with its provisions,
We did not covet, or make war.
Before time, of time machines,
as the moon rose, as stars came out,
happy, grateful, for what our day supplied,
we closed our eyes, we rested, then we slept.
15-07-2009
bob.....it is a remarkable poem of what nature has given us, and mans greed for more.there is a thin line between need and greed, which is the cause of allproblems of ours.nature gives us all, so we should realise and take care of nature.i thoroughly, relished reading this poem.
well crafted words with lovely expressions.........so cute to read..........
A poem in romance with its own mysticism inside...in ancient times all civilizations grew giving due attention due respect to nature...and thus benefitted a lot...but now we are trying to force nature to obey us...good awareness poem Bob...thanks...10
A rather idealistic and romantic, but nonetheless quite enchanting depiction of a time before man's mind and quest to grow materially - grew exponentially. Sad that there can't be a compromise between the 'good' of progress and it's darker, more dangerous side. And yet, of course, there can be and there is. There was good and bad behavior at every time in history, and I for one would not like to go back to a time before anaesthetics! . But I do agree with you that the more one compartmentalizes time, the less of it there seems to be for the joy of just 'being'. A perceptive poem about awareness - well worth reading. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Bob, my sentiments completely. Sadly we record our life by hours in the day, but the old ways were much simpler and more beneficial. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. David
I love this one, Bob. It is so refreshing to think of an era not ruled by clocks. A simpler, less complicated. existence under the sun and the stars. A quality poem from a quality poet.10/10 Friends at poemhunter, Sandra
Greed for power, greed for control has always been (since Eve and her apple) but the to destruct is manmade - nothing wrong with our world, it's battling to overcome man's disgrace and disrepect - nature keeps returning as from the beginning of time, giving us another chance but man remains blind - Leaders remain deaf and attention to natural disasters gets pointed out rather than Brother killing Brother whatever the age - An alarming fact Bob, well written
It is true that our natural life has been disrupted by various time machines but is it not an irony that we have run out of time? A universal poem in its true significance. Great work, Bob. Worth to read..........................10/10. Regards Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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you portray most beautiful pictures indeed.... hey i ll quote a song.. i listen to this song every day! ! ! 'More Than This By Vanessa Carlton' Cradling stones hold fire bright As crickets call out to the moonlight As you lean in to steal a kiss I'll never need more than this We all share the pain of our histories But the ache goes away if you could see This night under stars, well, I call it peace If you say, I'll never need more than this The trees grow so thick You can barely see through But the forest bestows the simplest of truths You think you'll be happy if granted one more wish But the truth is you'll never need more, You'll never need more You'll never need more than this Want so much in this life, There's so much to be We sail through our youth so impatiently Until we see That the years move along And soldiers and heroes come home And they carry a song, Don't live in forgotten times May this always remind you Of the sea under the skies blue looking glass Let's make this our story, let's live in the glory Time, it fades away, Precious as a song Cause someday we'll be gone Cradling stones hold fire bright As we watch the glow of the morning light Someday our bones here they will lie, and so we sing As the years move along and soldiers and heroes come home And they carry a song Let's make this our story, Let's live in the glory Time, it fades away, Precious as a song Cause someday we'll be gone' yeah your ones are beautiful indeed.. infact when we visit the pages of some people.. i feel... i do not need more than this... with love shan