The days pass like the forever eternal hum of the world around. The cycle never stops, it will never alter its pace for a single soul. Mindless, thoughtful beings that try to prove their sanity. For if it decides to change, we will too. A long lost wind howling through an open door down an empty street. Into yet again, a new climax of life.
Days end...
Muzzled like dogs, we remain quiet. This time only the soft sounds entering our ears, ignoring the clashes of uncalled for talk that the villagers contribute. Shouting, we do not hear. For the words are lost in the wind.
"Muzzled like dogs, we remain quiet.'
When fear to speak and stand up for your rights. We are in trouble. Many new laws were passed in the past year. The leaders want us to have muzzle on and silence. Sad when you hear only cried for help in the wind. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote
I've literally never seen a title fit a poem as much as yours does. When I walked over the words with my eyes I felt that forever was repeating itself. Seriously awesome in all regards. Master word trickery in the making :) excellent!
If you foretell an impending, irreversible, cosmically-created, cycle-implemented calamity--and you are correct--it is time to dance and make merry.
If you are intent on blaming Man for this perceived predicament, try to remember that we are still learning and, no matter the outcome, nothing is ultimately squandered. Energy may change form, but it is not lost--nor is consciousness, which is, in fact, the realest of all things.
Yet again, shall we dance?
"When Forever Repeats Itself" mesmerizes the reader, as it radiates the inexplicably dark beauty of futility. Stunning, Siena!
How well we tie our selves
to anything we touch,
see,
smell,
sometimes even what we think
and how
and all the whens and wheres
...and we tie with ribbon
and bows...
and the very years of breaths
paused AND taken.
Even our tears
have a cost,
and we know ...we know
but
can't stop ourselves
because the feeling is all
we ever dreamed of touching
and if only for a second
just one ...second
God it was awesome!
I adore Writing.
¬¬"Is all we see or seem but a dream within a dream?"
- Edgar Allan Poe
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