A poem written on the cycle of life and existence, and making the most of out of every moment of every day.

A splintered gleam of vivid light,

illuminates perpetual dark,

casting shadow into brightness,

new contours shaped by seeping bullion.

The rhythmic thrust of new born life,

disturbs the cold, intemperate planes,

existence nurtured out of blackness,

the gift of being in youthful bloom.

Then embrace it, like the mayfly,

exult the brood of father time,

soar in jointure with the daybreak,

and share in flight through boundless skies;

that reach out into a lifetime,

from natures cradle to the earth,

a journey deep through gilded landscape,

and slow creeping wrath of age.

That trickled glimpse of pale shine,

soon tumbles to tenebrous lands,

as inverse colours meld in fusion,

the twilight born of remnant day.

And beneath, the placid ocean

cups the seeping life of summer light,

she hews a stillness out of motion,

a nurtured calm from raging being.

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  • Raj the Tora on Sep 24, 2010

    Excellent capture of circle of life

  • L R Humphries on Sep 24, 2010

    Many thanks Raj, I appreciate the read and the comment.

    Take care, Lew

  • LewSethics on Sep 27, 2010

    I’m having a little trouble wrapping my head around this one. Maybe after some cerebral lubrication.

  • L R Humphries on Sep 28, 2010

    A beverage would help my friend, it took ags to write. Hope you enjoy Lew.

    Take care Lew

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