Stephen Loomes

Veteran Poet - 1,783 Points (21ST JUNE 1950 / SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA)

Precious To Our Selves - Poem by Stephen Loomes

We are precious to our own selves
We see life unfolding
In the cinema of our own minds
That part we play, the hurts we feel
The quest for love
The need which binds
The place where it is acted out
So real. So real
But moving fast
The love we feel, and now remember
The cold, the heat
The pain, surrender
Oh what is life, this great parade
Of figures moving past our lives
Of striving, study, learning, falling
Drinking, smoking following our calling
Alone we watch in this cinema so vast
And then we question
How long we will last
And what will we leave behind
Or else we’re injured and stumble blind
Into the future betrothed at last
Married to death and the thoughts of the past.

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

Form: Blues Poem


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2015



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