Hardly the Stuff of Legend

Once you have experienced the world, then what?

Time is an autocratic recruit for forward march

Though in these stages, a comedy of old perpetuates itself

Time is divvied up in parcels of joy & bunches of woe

And lessons are lost along corridors of memory

 

Faces seem dim, as medieval teenage dreams

An extravaganza of hope, bread crumbs 

Of what once was, an opera-comique of past values

Now discarded, old beliefs slipped out from the flood-lights

 

Did age make us more accepting or simply more docile?

The journey of back-pedalling water-treading future reach

The days bandaged amidst, lanterns & leaves

We fidget and warble our way though

 

A mystery of our own movements, a spectator of the game

Time is not to be taken seriously, such high ceilings and

Modern lounges, extending life-spans

We’ve lived enough historic evenings to feel complete

 

Inhaled the fragrance of chromatic stains at sunsets

Kissed our lovers black and blue, in bourgeois magic of afternoons

Time always used to joke with us in unexpected farewells

Until it was no longer possible to endure this “intimate atmosphere”

Reviews

[Deviant Works]

Wwoowww! I had to take a breath after reading this... At the second stanza I felt like a teenager lost in far-fetched dreams, questioning if I am still that way. Then what you had asked in the third stanza had me pondering if I have actually changed and if I have perhaps it has been for the worst. I am just amazed, there were moments where I forgot to simply breathe because of your splendid vocabulary and ability to combine certain words for mind-blowing imagery. Times where I was shaking my head, riveted by the sheer talent. Just wow!

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time is the master of our lives..our creation has become our monster..well written and thought provoking piece

[emona]

that was beautiful ^^ very nice craftsmanship

"Kissed our lovers black and blue, in bourgeois magic of afternoons
Time always used to joke with us in unexpected farewells
Until it was no longer possible to endure this “intimate atmosphere"

powerfull ^^

[Hayley]

"Time is divvied up in parcels of joy & bunches of woe
And lessons are lost along corridors of memory"

An outstanding way to start this poem. There is so much packed into this that I could go on forever. So I'll just say that I like the italicized words and the beautiful language you incorporated. The line "Faces seem dim, as medieval teenage dreams" really impressed me because that is interesting and brilliant.
Spectacular, as always :)

[DreyaArt]

Wow, your vocabulary is beautiful in this piece. But I am perhaps naiive as I do not feel I can properly understand your writing. Then again, perhaps I was not truly paying attention, so I will read it again, when distractions are lessend around me. Then, perhaps then, I will understand?
But mayhaps we all understand differently the words of others? Who knows.
Thank you for wrtiting, blessed be.

[V.B.]

I almost have to laugh when I read your poems, knowing that I found them through your appreciation of my own. Our styles are so vastly different, it's a wonder either one of us can stand to read the other. But such is poetry, I suppose. Beauty has no single face. Thanks for showing me another.

[Rossen]

Our lust for novelty drives the creative hemisphere
to join pieces together with hope of beauty to live and be...
The less common words add your spice of life,
well put together,



Rossen~

[Erinne S.]

I agree with LA Lorena, once you experience the world you re-invent it.

This is a great piece and I enjoyed reading it. Made me think and reminded me to enjoy every day, even when I go through a similar routine.
Well done!

~Erinne

[Lily Mae]

I think if your done your dead...because each new day brings an experience we didn't have yesterday..in the eyes of lovers...in the face of children.. in the air we breathe.... :) Great write..x

[LA Lorena]

Once you have experienced the world, you re-invent it and start experiencing anew. :) I loved this soft and melancholy write. Well crafted, and most enjoyable!

[Fabric Pulse]

Your wording makes it readable, worth reading, that is.

Did age make us more accepting or simply more docile?

The journey of back-pedalling water-treading future reach
The days bandaged amidst, lanterns & leaves...