I have read, in various places, writers that compare time to a river or a stream; something flowing. Occasionally, there is a reference to the beginning or the end of time. It is compared to sunrise and sunset, birth and death... but always flowing. In truth, it is not that way here in this invocation. Here, time presents itself as a moment; a hard-rock candy that, melting slowly upon the tongue, flavors life and being with a gentle, mournful call for companionship. A heart bared in yearning for one that can share a view of eternity that is at once both blissful and frames prayer as recognition of the unknown and unknowable. If time could speak, what might it say? Could it explain to one caught so fully in it's grasp the true nature of immortality? What words could it use that might lift a silent soulful voice toward a heaven'd sky; where longing and loneliness have no place in the lexicon of that existence? The questions remain. The lessons continue... abide with me.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
your reivew is such a lovely poem . . . thank you for gracing me this morning :)
11 Years Ago
It was/is a great poem, Emily. Say, is this a form of synergy? :)
i hope so, it always makes my day brighter to be an inspiration
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Hum it with me... "Walk on the sunny side..."; don't worry, you are. :D
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This is lovely. Its always wonderful finding poems/songs/stories/whatever that matches how you feel, knowing you aren't alone in your emotions. I love how simple this is, but how strong it is as well.
A beautiful invocation.
Beautiful and such said in a short poem. "Let you song match the timbre of my mood" .. this is a great line .. music and poetry go hand in hand being as they are one in the same .. in most cases.
This poem reminds me of many nights spent reading or listening to music, it is like inviting the poet or musician to sit beside me. You have caught the emotion so very well. Brings to mind some of my favorite poets.
emily, this is either brilliant poem or a mediocre attempt bound by cliche.
the line is thin, but when the heart smiles, and glows a bit at the end,
welll that is the stamp of authenticity, loved it.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..