incantation Posted June 3 Share Posted June 3 Do the seasons dance for the birth of time. Virgin moon and dream, the first wind to blow Do the last dreams of dead planets reflame In minds of those who first drew tomorrow. Festivals light filled tears fall on to eyes Of time, Diwali anniversary. A church figure is ready to baptise, Does nature rise to meet eternity To count it's tears and measure them against Mountains, grains of sand, light from dying stars In very first tears of a child present Is eternity's mirror that explores The promise of miracles, satellite. Wounds appear in the eyes of time and night. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terry A Posted June 6 Share Posted June 6 Yes, technology takes away as much as it gives, an irony trans-humanists appear unwilling to learn. 'Does nature rise to meet eternity' -yes, or else it breaks itself against systems loss of healthy ecology. Bringing in 'satellite' shocks the reader away from the reverie created in the poem to this realization. So well done. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Tinker Posted June 13 Share Posted June 13 On 6/3/2024 at 2:27 AM, incantation said: Do the last dreams of dead planets reflame In minds of those who first drew tomorrow. Barry, Great question, (being picky, shouldn't it end with a ?} As usual, unique imagery and packed content. Enjoyed. ~~Judi Quote ~~ © ~~ Poems by Judi Van Gorder ~~ For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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