Smiles

Read of a simple man's work

one of meter and of rhyme

Whose tired footsteps echo

down the corridors of time

 

A torrid tale of longing

left by walks in thought and pain

Written for your reverence

not for authors only gain

 

For I'm a humble poet

of no specialty nor skill

Who sees the distant longing

of the child upon the hill

 

With days of constant labor

and long nights devoid of ease

I've seen the tops of mountains

Where the gods play as they please

 

Through haze and smoke deliver

my pen light upon the page

Records the music playing

from every day and age

 

To watch the gentle snowflake

alight soft on a child’s tongue

Releasing awe and wonder

of innocence in the young

 

While we the aged wonder

of moments no one could tell

Given no more to dreaming

our thoughts of where we last fell

 

For time is but an echo

of our loves felt, known and lost

Memories of our lives past

which were paid at such a cost

 

Let fly your soul immortal

stop to watch your children play

Their smiles define man's beauty

more than life could ever say

 

  

Author's Note

When we dream is it not the playful longings of the child upon the hill? Do those dreams not define our life's search and desires?

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from you..you know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..

[The Wave]

very nice work here.

"To watch the gentle snowflake; Alight upon a child's tongue. Releasing awe and wonder; Of innocence in the young."

just watching children play can put an adult in awe because then adults are looking at a time when things were simple and fun. children see life as one big open place for their innocent minds to imagine and grow. a walk through a wintry park could feel like a giant adventure. looking up at the huge sky of possibilities,

adults, on the other hand, focus in on harsh realities, jobs money, etc. we are forced to change perspective to suit jobs and "grownup life' and we dont look up to the sky the same way.

overall, beautiful writing. it made me ponder many things after reading this.
good job.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

Wow this is amazing...i really enjoyed this
Great Job

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Simplicity wins again.. and here you beautifully depict a moment honouring children in play.. after of course the journey of loosing one's own.. how it can reopen our hearts, minds and souls.. allowing us a glimpse of that innocent youth again! Having children can be a blessing and/or a chore.. it's both really.. this captures the lighter side.. some of the hightlights and wonderous moments that come and lift us sometimes when we need it most too!

Your ending is also profound.. calling the adults that surround our children to save their children from ruins by paying attention to them in your last stanza.. and uphold the beauty that is always there regardless of the age of the child.. really thought this was deep and very creatively written with so much wisdom.

[LadyNaida]

Wow this is beautiful Tate.

[Fran Marie]

What a touching and heartfelt piece~

so beautifully expressed and written!!

[Georgia Gypsy]

Beautiful, and heartfelt....
Lovely write Tate!!
really enjoyed reading:)

kelli

[Austin Smith]

You really must miss your childhood, and have a high reverence for the young. That's just an opinion of mine, and I think that this is another great poem by you. Great job.

[VintageHottie]

Just, wow. There is definately a difference between the way you look at life as a child and the way you look at it as an adult. As a child, life is timeless. A child can find wonder in the world that an adult forgets is there. Watching children discover these wonders is truely priceless.

"For time is but an echo;
Of our loves felt, known, and lost.
Memories of our lives past;
Which were paid at such a cost."

Ahhh, what heart ache. Our life is the cost of the things we have lost. Along with knowledge.
Lovely write Tate. Bravo!!

[Domo]

This peaks out great glory I have to say.
This is simply amazing.
Great job on this one.
~Domo~

[Bud]

Again, your heart and not just your Talent shines through like a blazing star! Outstanding work of art!