In midnight there is posterity.
After the sun sets,
crowning color to dark,
hope is renewed
and morning begins.
As morning will come
so will posterity.
In life there is posterity.
collections of dust
combining to smile while
contemplating to wish,
Surrounded by genomes,
arithmetic,
and posterity.
In your eye there is posterity.
crushed by the weight of my words,
i once knew true beauty,
who fell so quickly,
She left
for posterity.
In nature there is posterity.
circular bark
wrapped around a canvas
of blue green persuasion,
driven by a maker
of one part oxygen
and two parts breath,
breathing posterity.
In woman,
there is posterity
to cradle
and hold
and know something so intimately
as I was after my first flower,
birth is posterity.
Over and over
and over again
is posterity.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
Not a word wasted; the reader is grappling to find the right words to sum up the driving notion behind the piece until you do so yourself in those last three succinct lines. t x
The world deluge in posterity….the images are pictographic…and the philosophical aspect behind each grabs the reader….nature, life, breath, birth all covered…a serious meditative thought…wonderful composition….
Interesting musing. Deep and introspective. Like it. HG: -) xx
The different images used are perfect... it shows you think through and don't just write (maybe you do) , but the poem provokes deep thought and is a must re-read.
A well crafted poem David, one to be saved for posterity methinks lol, Lynda xx
David there is a certain dewy freshness and timelessness to this poem. Great writing. Cheers Anita
'she left for posterity! ' behind your highly eloquent philosophical poem back drops you hide her beauty... very smartly! you have tremendous imaginative skills, young man!
dear david, your vision is great. i love these lines; crushed by the weight of my words, i once knew true beauty, who fell so quickly,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was going to say someting flippant about posteriors.. but this is worth the POST and every sweet syll-able word you have placed after it...