The Certain Passing Of Time Poem by DM W
The Certain Passing Of Time
In springtime, we awoke with the flowers
And the birds, and were as fresh as blossoms.
In bright, warm summer days of gold and green,
We felt the constant flow of Creation
Through our veins. We felt transfigured by Time.
In nights woven from wonder, we were one
With the moonlight and the children dreaming.
On those wild summer nights, we were carefree.
But now the autumn of life has arrived
It offers a more solemn beauty in
Flashes ofrusted reds, browns and ochres.
These falling leaves symbolise our sorrows.
Soon we will enter a wintry abyss
Of silence; from which we'll never return.
A matter of life and death. Dominic your poem says it all from the cradle to the grave indeed. And that wintry abyss within you two closing lines are so well written and presented and also thoughts to reflect on another day or time. Five stars and thank you for writing and sharing. I wish you well and enjoy life. Take care.
We were.......... and now we are......... and we shall........ time to time each to other changing into another the original atom by taking different form passing and passing, passing and passing uniquely but not unique
More excellence. Thats poetry. I can feel the sadness of death as you intended
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Thanks guys, as always your comments are much appreciated!