Ancestry

And so , I walk within this land.

I try to solve not with my hand,

but with a mind, which within constraints-

stories and tales and dragons and saints.

I scar the paper with my pen,

I scar to remember the honourable men.

Words of truth and passion and fear,

which not all men may possibly hear.

I try to mould a rare kind of a wine,

I try to change what is not mine.

To show and present a different sign.

A shadow creeps up and down,

it dances with leaves within - it drowns.

It is a cycle of life as we know it.

Shadows are swords that can not be hit.

A wave will pull and push the tide,

Within the sand a treasure it hides.

It talks and sings in a whim.

you have to listen , to hear it's hymn.

Death will be , and it is not yet.

All we can do is give our blood and sweat,

until it comes to reclaim the soul.

But never to reclaim our living goal.

Reviews

[marie]

I like the way your poem starts, with 'and so,' because it's a fine lead-in to the story of the rest of the poem. The image of 'I scar the paper' is a fitting image with the next stanza about 'change what is not mine.' The past does scar us and you are leaving a scar, too. Very good poem. Marie

[Suavis_Umbra]

thank you very much XD XD XD glad you liked it.