David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,598 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

dying Men - Poem by David McLansky

Dying men
Bell the season,
But give no pause
To Nature's treason;
We grow to height
And then decay,
We reproduce
Along the way;
Of other Selves,
We know despair
As love dispels;

When Earth returns,
Its journey run,
And Spring once more
Her magic sprung,
I will be
Dried skin and bones;
My wisdom summed
Upon a stone.

Topic(s) of this poem: love lost

Form: Sapphic

Comments about dying Men by David McLansky

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/6/2014 11:54:00 PM)

    Dying men bell the season. When Earth return its journey runs. Wonderful and heart touching poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Elaine Sept (5/25/2014 10:44:00 AM)

    This is the power of your words, they move me to think beyond the poem. ! ! ! I love your writing David [3 (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2014 1:25:00 AM)

    stirs the soul deeply this poem! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 26, 2015

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