Civilization

Once upon a corner stone of life

Civilization

Great walls rise against the dawn

Sun settles all while moving on

Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall

Cast a shadow low but not for long

Stones cut by oblivion's first glance

Carved, intricate, resembling man

In their design, shaped and created

Generated by the silenced sentient

Creatures that crawled up from the mud

Now builders, the lot they have become

The blocks of life still fragile to the touch

Great walls rise against the dawn

Sun settles all while moving on

Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall

Cast a shadow low but not for long

Structures perfected over time's meanderings

Hard work comes at a cost to love and family

Dirt fills in the empty spaces left behind

Life is something you can not unwind

Ideas become more solid than concrete

To flow like liquid rivers on to city streets

Built to last until they crumble

Replaced there to evolve again forever

Glass and metals reach the sky high rises

In dimensions dictated by color and design

Children inherit empty spaces now vacated

With a purpose decided by some future generation

Empires fill in the void of the survivors

Not satisfied to simply be alive

Every stone must be inspected for a flaw

Given to science as every castle must be taken down

Handed over to someone sober

Archaeologists know best on how to fix the past

Every castle must pass the test of chance

With the power of history's command at hand

For a second chance to get it right

Workers find perfection in transforming rocks

Illusions created as living spaces preserves imagination

Homes become fine art of beauty for the future

Structures define us even before we are born

Great walls rise against the dawn

Sun settles all while moving on

Smooth surfaces stand majestic tall

Cast a shadow low but not for long

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

What an interesting journey you took me on with this write Earl. You had me back in my early years looking at all the architecture in my vicinity. Yes, it was all there before I was born, and since then there have been many additions. How styles have changed. I have to say I found the architecture of the Victorian era and earlier, far more interesting than the glass and metal buildings of today. You took me to castles, cathedrals, churches, galleries and I thank you for that. Sadly the homes being built today seem to be getting smaller and smaller. I guess that's what happens when you live in a small island with an ever expanding population. Really enjoyed this poem.

Chris

[Earl Schumacker]

Good morning Chris, So glad you enjoyed it. What in the world are you doing up at this hour? Do you actually live on a small island? It took me longer than usual to craft this poem so I am happy that you commented. Words come easy for me but I struggle with structure. Have a wonderful day. Get some sleep. Earl

[Chris Shaw]

About 10.30 am here in the UK Earl when I responded. Yes UK is certainly a small island when you compare it to the USA or even the ever expanding super state of the EU. I am quite often unable to sleep, been a insomniac for years, but I responded at a respectable time today ha ha. Not always the case. Have a great day.