In morn –
We crawl
We walk in four
At sun high, noon –
In two, we stand and march
To make dreams come true
Burn eyelashes
On a flaming oil
Sit erudite; feed the mind
Stand employed, reap some coins
Cherish the glittering hues
Of muscle toil
On dusk –
We append one to embrace us;
Perchance, a cane or wheel chair
Otherwise an orthopedic walker
As darkness blanket our eyes
To be with the lustrous stars
High up above the vast night sky
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Life rolls and spins
‘Has a perpetual spinning wheel
Of birth and death
Alike the river and streams, surging
Hugging the open sea
Alike the waves rushing,
To and fro to the expectant sand
Grazing the shore, ‘till the next one
Even tide mingle with autumn
Wherein cockcrow giggle with spring
Halcyon days rave in swim suit
And winter skiing the cold calendar turns
Each turn, age mounting up
Flourishing petals of mind
Before sundown, wrinkles the skin
Exhausting bones until ones demise
Curtains close, so our life’s rebirth
Awaiting a new play at the theater stage
27th Of November,2009
Poetic and fine words just fell from your head onto paper Good job Poetess...
Life drama goes on in a circle.....! Nice depiction of it in poetry!
So good Catrina, think you have brought it home to us all 10 Daniel
Catrina, this is just an incredible piece, still reverbrates within my heart after I was done reading! Truly beautiful! ! Thank you!
Life rolls and spins ‘Has a perpetual spinning wheel Of birth and death Alike the river and streams, surging Hugging the open sea Alike the waves rushing, it is how the life goes onandwe oplay our part in ral life..so vivid descriptionandi admirethetalent of poetess so great innature.. tksfor sharingit with me....10 read mine great circus....
Alike the waves rushing, To and fro to the expectant sand Grazing the shore, ‘till the next one Even tide mingle with autumn Wherein cockcrow giggle with spring Halcyon days rave in swim suit And winter skiing the cold calendar turns ......................................................... Catrina, Very beautiful poem with deep passages..10... Tsira
Each turn, age mounting up Flourishing petals of mind Before sundown, wrinkles the skin Exhausting bones until ones demise Curtains close, so our life’s rebirth Awaiting a new play at the theater stage yes very true you said here.. we are all even drama artists and playing our role in theatre and performing as per our capability... your approach here is very realistic and I agree with your say..you expressed well and in very sweet flow of poetic way..well done 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love this catrina so open i can almost age with it 10