Stole

Some days are gold

And some are old

Where we dream where we whole

What we bring and what we stole

 

Then there is the light

Then too your plight

When it comes to wrong and right

Dare we take flight

 

Leave you to the blackened screams

leave you without dreams

All the unravelled reams

Paper in bloody streams

 

Some days are gold

Some just cold

Shattered pieces no one whole

The things we own the world we stole.

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

"Stole"
Moon,
Life flowing in the dark and light the mistakes and lessons learned. Hopefully good things are sought and lessons learned and forgiveness sought where necessary. Ending speaks: "Shattered pieces no one whole
The things we own the world we stole."


Blessings,
Kathy

[MOON]

thank you Kathy, will stop by soon.

[Pax]

there is a profound sadness in this piece that touch my heart...
i guess that its just the balance of nature... that some days are happy and some days are not...
very well expressed moon...

[Sami Khalil]

I agree with other reviewers it is a special piece for it is different...

[An owl on the moon]

Your profoundly moving words made me think of the seasons... how the coldest winter eventually gives way to the warming days of spring... Stunning form of thought and flow...

[FJ Davis]

Has an austere beauty.
For some reason, I feel chided for being a modern human.
Thoroughly enjoyed it, anyway.

[...]

. oh, this is just so profound ... my heart skipped a beat when i read the last stanza ... "shattered pieces no one whole" ... the universality of the human condition -- the pain and the suffering -- comes through so beautifully in this poignant line ... this entire piece is a song of the soul ... and beautifully written ...

[Jack Isaac]

I would steal away the day just to read poetry if all could be said as eloquently as this. Very interesting how the last word of each stanza sums up your poem, what flow there is in Flight, Streams, and Stole! Well done my friend.

[Igor G. Balatsky]

Nothing belongs to us. All we possess is our transient instant.
I like your thoughts. As well as your style. Just do not give up
writing.