Benjamin Posted April 18, 2011 Share Posted April 18, 2011 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fdelano Posted April 18, 2011 Share Posted April 18, 2011 Reluctantly, I seeThe 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted April 19, 2011 Share Posted April 19, 2011 agree with delano. Quote 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 chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://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 Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted April 21, 2011 Author Share Posted April 21, 2011 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. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted April 24, 2011 Share Posted April 24, 2011 Reluctantly, I seeThe 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 Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted April 24, 2011 Share Posted April 24, 2011 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 Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted April 26, 2011 Author Share Posted April 26, 2011 Thankyou Aleksandra and Tony for your kind comments which are most appreciated. :icon_sunny: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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