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..

[:)]

It's amazing to look into the eyes of a smiling child laughing at play. Their world was our world and our world will soon take hold of them. There is nothing to help them escape the innocence they will lose, just to look on as we are now and remember when the time comes. Such is the cycle of life, sad at times but all has it's perks eh :)
I'm not going to try to come up with something witty to say about the technicality of this, I simply love the essence of it. I believe a poet should be capable of doing so and so you have.

[Alicante lullaby]

it had a surreal quality,capable of mesmerizing the reader,i loved how it progressed,the innocence,you hinting on the beauty of a child's smile,sometimes we seek pleasures in complex things while the happiness is around waiting to be discovered,very good,,

[An owl on the moon]

You paint such poignant glimpses of childhood and our world that has gone astray. May your writing help us remember and reach back to that time of innocence. Beautifully spoken...

[Jenny Nelson]

How absolutely beautiful! What more can I say but that this nearly brought me to tears.

"A torrid tale of longing.
Left by walks in thought and pain.
Written for your reverence;
Not for authors only gain"

Perfectly put.

[J.P. Bristow]

heartfelt...and so very very true.