Virgin Life

Random, but I believe it's about the 'virginity' of each state of life....

Golden sunlight on a crystal lake

As pillow clouds float by

The tranquil bliss of a brand new day

A virgin birth, I lie

 

 

 

Midday sun strikes a painted window

Whilst children play outside

The gentle caress of whispered breeze

A virgin babe, I lie

 

 

 

Evening dusk paints a reddening sky

Whilst artists paint the stars

With great ease, lullabies from the trees

A virgin youth, I lie

 

 

 

Evening moon, blood red orb

A cosmic Kaleidoscope

Laying beneath them, shooting stars

A virgin man, I lie

 

 

 

Midnight moon, full, with dreams

Watchful owls serenading

Caught in dreams, heart full of child

A virgin father, I lie

 

 

 

Pre-dawn moon begins to wane

Soft chatter fills the skies

Slowly waking, a breath of new day

A virgin grandfather, I lie

 

 

 

Golden sunlight on a crystal lake

As pillow clouds float by

The tranquil bliss of a new born day

A virgin corpse, I die

Reviews

[Brett Campaigne]

An incredible well focused movement, very tight. The images are rich and vast and simply put, all the fat is cut out of describing the expanse you do. Though I think this is not the case; if i read ambiguity into 'I lie' I evoke a whole new attitude to the poem... however i believe you meant 'to lay'(not that you should change 'I lie' but that it also points to the idea that you 'might not be telling the truth'.