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Reluctantly, I see


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Reluctantly, I see

The light of my diminishing days

Reflected in your eyes.

With prophesies I cannot change that

Would steal the time away.

But our kites soar up from common ground

To marvel at the trees,

Where cherry blossom and laburnum

Twist carpets through the spring.

 

And our land of make believe,

Where you're not young and I am not old

Will always be with you,

Though I wonder at the things you'll see

And places I can't go.

For the surge and thunder of future

Rules the order of days,

But life's temple has reached out to us,

And for a while, we prayed.

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Reluctantly, I see

The light of my diminishing days

Reflected in your eyes.

With prophesies I cannot change that

Would steal the time away.

But our kites soar up from common ground

To marvel at the trees,

Where cherry blossom and laburnum

Twist carpets through the spring.

 

And our land of make believe,

Where you're not young and I am not old

Will always be with you,

Though I wonder at the things you'll see

And places I can't go.

For the surge and thunder of future

Rules the order of days,

But life's temple has reached out to us,

And for a while, we prayed.

 

What a great metaphor in the last two lines, bringing together the miracle and the inexorable. Thank you for sharing the amazing May/December, Geoff.

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abstrect-christ

agree with delano. :-8)

Pinhead

"Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends.

There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh."

Joey

"I don't believe you."

Pinhead

"Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume.

To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart."

"There's a starving beast inside my chest
playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife placed on the bedside table
its blade reflects my determined face
to plant it in my chest
and carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins

Hollow me out, I want to feel empty"
-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreaker

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8

"Sky turns to a deeper grey

the sun fades by the moon

hell's come from the distant hills

tortures dreams of the doomed

and they pray, yet they prey

and they pray, still they prey"
-- "Still They Prey" by Cough

https://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray

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Thanks Franklin and a.s. I wrote this for my young grandson although it is open to interpretation. Lives overlap and the older we get the more conscious we become of how far reaching our own existence is. I can recall for example, conversations I had as a boy with people who were born in the 19th century.

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Reluctantly, I see

The light of my diminishing days

Reflected in your eyes.

 

From the start of this poem, all the rest is very clear. I loved this poem, Benjamin. I'm always wondering in the opposite way, when I see my grandfather in eyes... while I do believe he goes back in time...

 

Great write!

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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I wrote this for my young grandson although it is open to interpretation. Lives overlap and the older we get the more conscious we become of how far reaching our own existence is. I can recall for example, conversations I had as a boy with people who were born in the 19th century.

I feel the same way even when I watch television shows from the 1980s. Many actors who played beloved characters are gone. It's almost hard to believe they're gone -- they're alive on the teevee! -- but when I look at their years of birth (1907, 1920, etc.), it becomes extremely probable, logical even, that they're gone. But I still can't believe it. Through their art, they are immortal, as you are through yours.

 

Tony

Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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