Barb Nixon

Rookie (Ireland)

Born Knowing - Poem by Barb Nixon

Cherub faces

born knowing

a secret lost

amid childhood growing,

a program disabled

replaced by convention

lost knowledge of Ancients

entombed and fabled.

Will the secret return

like a dazzling jewel

when the sure hand of time

withers bodies, so cruel.

In our twilight world

between life and death

will the 'knowing' reappear

as we draw our last breath.

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  • (4/20/2013 4:17:00 AM)

    The lost innocence, renew by impending death, now wouldn't that be nice! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 16, 2013

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