Transience Poem by John S
Transience
So much for immortality through fame and glory
What does it matter in a life transitory
Swimming through the depths of life's fathomless quarry
Is life a perplexing lesson or an allegory?
Laughing grieving, persistently perceiving, perpetually weaving life's tragic story
In youth, endless (boundless) doth seem the sea
by setting sail oblivion's shore your certain to reach
death our inevitable reality
Succumbing as you arrive ashore at the bounding beach
For a brilliant star doth lose its radiance
and such is our life of transience
The sun, a magnificent beacon burning bright
hereafter reduced to its cold cinder core
then we languish in the darkness of eternal night
To arise in the terrestrial realm nevermore
Withered dust was once a stunning rose
let there requiem be so our souls repose
are we skeletons evermore herein our caskets closed
or does our spirit arise as the moon arose
(Our essence is it of soul and body subsumed
or when we die is our entirety consumed)
Perhaps as our bodies wither our spirits arise
and live on in an alternate ethereal dimension
to witness some otherworldly, rapturous sunrise
this thought eases my mortal apprehension
(maybe not, or maybe so
maybe we'll escape our morbid repose
O, I long for when I was a young flower blooming
but what is certain is that impending death is looming)
(So numbered are our days, and our breath shall soon cease
I hope, whether risen or dead eternal, we'll have everlasting peace)
It still needs revision. It is still a little bit clunky, repetitive, and tedious. Plus I love the ole' romantic old English style but I am far from having mastered it. Any constructive criticism is appreciated.
Even though i like the word destined better the opposite shore your sure to reach flows better.
I may say succumb as you arrive ashore at the adjacent beach It may be too much alliteration though. What do you think? I'm still going to add a part about the uncertain possibility of life after death.
So much for immortality through fame and glory but life ends in funeral taking to grave. Wonderful poem of sadness death and funeral. Wisely drafted thought provoking poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I just discovered this gem of yours John; what a wonder it is, I love it. Such depth of thought and searching! Brilliantly done, and so finely crafted; please do write more. I like the note at the end: unfinished, so appropriate. Life, death, seeking, poetry, never are these finished, never truly the final say... there is always more... more... so again, please, write more! Great poem.