»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #10
»
A Moments Wile
| Open Poetry #10 |
|
A Moments Wile |
|
|
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
|
A moments wile In a hand full of minutes We write in the dust. Unstable as water But do as we must. And the water grow flowers In the shadow of breath In the land of darkness Where there is no death. And the deep falls into the deep But it does not fall asleep As you think in your heart Just so you will reap. Great men are not always wise And wise men not always great But for me the fire burns For I dream in this state. I will finish the apple Hang my heart obsolete And know that I ate All the bitter and sweet. |
||
| © Copyright 2000 Seymour Tabin - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Sounds as though you've lived your life to the fullest, my friend. Corinne |
||
|
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Corinne, Not quite but close, thanks for the read and comment. |
||
Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
nicely written Seymour.. it would be nice if life could be all sweet..as long as it is not all bitter i guess..  Enjoyed~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
||
|
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Victoria, Thank you for the read and nicely written. |
||
|
Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
And the deep falls into the deep But it does not fall asleep As you think in your heart Just so you will reap. Great men are not always wise And wise men not always great But for me the fire burns For I dream in this state. I will finish the apple Hang my heart obsolete And know that I ate All the bitter and sweet. =================== a fire burns alright... and theres nothing obsolete about your heart ... this is a another deep reflective piece from you Sy-guy ... we can learn much when we walk in your poetic mind ... i wish to do it barefoot  *winkiewinkie* In my time I have flown on butterlfy wings and heard the songs that angels sing I have walked across oceans on bridges of love I have seen forgiveness touch down on wings of dove I have dined at the tables of king and queens and I have read the words that prophets dream A wise man once told me not so long ago be true to who you are and reap what you sow All things come to pass ... its our destiny and fate and its been said good things come to those who wait Take the good with the bad... the bitter with the sweet live each day with no regret ... and your life will be complete pick the golden apple ... wisdom found in its core know youve done your best ...no one can ask of you ... anything more jm see what you teach us thru your poetry... thank you for that later-wise and great-gator jm [This message has been edited by Janet Marie (edited 11-05-2000).] |
||
|
Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Your muse, Sir, is never miserly, nor are you, with all of your gifts...I for one am richer with all that you share... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, then speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
||
Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seymour~ When life delivers us to the tree, we partake to fill our being. When we've eaten our fill, life asks us to give to others. You have given freely of the talent of your sup. Thank you always for the golden apples. *Hugs*, sweet poet. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
||
|
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
I loved the last stanza in this , as well as the whole poem. Your writing still amazes me Liz |
||
|
Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
JM, I've heard of barefoot in the park But not barefoot in my mind. Your answers are like a nightly lullaby That truly make me sigh. Sy Karilea, To share with you is the heart of my pleasure. *L* Marge, I have eaten of the apple Some bitter some sweet There is some bitter But you are the sweet. *L* Elizabeth, By writing in the extremes I find the middle. Love Sy |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
