jodde taylor


Passing By - Poem by jodde taylor

For so many reasons,
this is the changing of seasons
rich in all lightened avenues
the hushing tones of time
ever passing by,

Lengths of sky,
reach both day and night
humbling stars, collide with blue shade
as a whispering voice
haunts the valleys we endure.

A flickering candle light,
burns in the quiet halls of the heart
windy sacrifices, change the colors
of a winters mile.

Beginnings take a fine delight,
in celebration of a season
it is the fragrance of our journey
as we wind, another mile.

In youth we gaze, at all possible stars
reaching to find, a hidden pleasure
where beneath the tall green grass
we jumped about the world.

Within our hands,
we took pockets of rainbows
imagining the magic we could find
our lives a fragment of nature.

How quickly, this haste for living
runs by our evenings,
so many moons yet unveiling
but our love we can never conceal.

Serenades at dawn, rich oceans
we are quenched by their endless beauty
searching in all truth,
we are all original bright fazes.

Brought together by flesh and bone,
storms and thunder a cloudy remnants
bringing floral positions
drowning in flooding waves of forgiveness.

We are all just passing by,
seeing everything for the very first time
sequences of memories, may run in our heads
where our future waits, we look ahead.

It's a strange apparition,
this place of conditions
thriving in survival,
we are always a new arrival.


Comments about Passing By by jodde taylor

  • Kelvin Owusu (1/26/2013 4:38:00 AM)


    a beautiful write an enjoyable read, love the truth in this piece (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 26, 2013


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