I lay sprawled upon the grass gazing at the sky.
I see the seasons change; I watch my life go by.
More like a menagerie of ever moving sights.
Passing by so quickly like these dying nights.
I feel so very centered, not behind, nor ahead.
I feel so very centered, not alive, and not dead.
This flickering ticking tocking clock moves without consent.
I wish sometimes to hold its hands and learn where my time went.
The answers will come to me in time.
I feel so ever sluggish and sublime.
It's like the sun is perpetually in a race.
It flees from my ever upward looking face.
Boundless and pale, the moon runs too.
They pass my time running, always becoming new.
I'm right in the middle of a beginning and an end.
I just wish I knew what God would recommend.
(I just rediscovered this poem today. I wrote it I think almost a year ago.)
2 comments:
perhaps you can help me with my english x)..i would like to write poetry but i guess my vocabulary is poor.
anyway, nice poem :)
take care
Having a large vocabulary is helpful, because it gives you a larger stock to draw expression from. But, a vocabulary isn't the key to poetry. Poetry must be able to expressed, not through diverse words, but through a powerful vision the poet posesses. Work on your ideas, and the vocabulary will come later.
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