There they stood
one and the same,
the open field
and the falling rain-
A blackbird at the center
calling the dance,
blending it all together
in a ghostly trance-
A solitary sentry
this dark bird stands,
giving an omen:
rain and field belong to no man-
What you think you have
what you foolishly believe you hold,
is only fading silver
and rusting gold-
The land, the water
the bird and the sky,
(the elementals)
they know the value of 'dust-to-dust'
and 'born-to-die'-
Behind the lone bird in the empty field
under the pouring rain is a single tombstone,
with only two dates
there being shown-
One for life
one for death,
everything awaiting
and, nothing left-
The field is years of toil
the rain tears in the soil,
the bird a sign:
' man lives here, on borrowed time '-
'...Each man's life is but a breath.'-Psalm 39: 5
I love the poem and the bible verse. Which is in itself another poem..life has such perfection doesn't it? ;)
So true, sadly so true. I love your mingling of rhyme with smooth flowing free verse, . Smoky, this is exremely well done. My time is running out, but I accept.
WOW Great poem beautifully written love it Such a real message here if only mankind would learn
We all here for just a brief period of time, ashes to ashes and dust to dust.....
This is a very realistic look at life and nature.....definitely makes one think of what is, and what shall be....great poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really great poem, we are all on borrowed time, a lot of us just don't know it.