Open Poetry #27 |
A Musing... |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
From the womb this world we enter, As just a speck and nothing more, But to ourselves we are the center, Knowing not what lays in store, Unaware of life’s deceptions, Our needs are sought by words unspoken, Hampered not by life’s perceptions, In purity, no sins unwroken. No need exists to seek the night, For from the dark we are delivered, Into the day, into the light, Away from night, of moonbeams slivered. How quick we leave behind the womb, And journey forth to death’s entomb. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
life is short |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
Hi Tim life is full of bumps along the way...certainly for most of us...appreciate the thoughts. [This message has been edited by ecrivan (07-04-2003 12:37 PM).] |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
I love the imagery you've used in this. Does it make us want to go back to the beginning? I don't know, I always wonder about that, like now, when we're "in the thick of it". I'm saving this one. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Nice way to capture the light and the subtle movements that settle in the darkness. Tim |
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