Pockets of Time

If a river had no rocks, it would not have a song.

No undulations and ripples to sing

of time passed and of what's been seen.

How the eras have changed and the undiscovered come into play.

Where bare feet once waded through waters,

muddied boots later stormed through the night,

and with steady setting and rising of the sun,

gone cold bodies never again saw the light of day.

Too often we disappear in the frugal hours of everyday

that slip away into the cracks of earth.

They threaten to swallow us whole

then spit us out in deformed rebirth.

And too often, too late, ashamed to acknowledge our state,

we've given all away and forgotten to embrace

the beauty of our humanity, the gift of our beating hearts

that we so quickly lose to the final checkmate.

 

Living is unique to each but easily given away to frivolities.

In youth, we are immortal and forever young,

untouched by the merciless sponge of time.

We challenge sickness and hate and the

mindnumbing burden of regrets and mistakes. 

Holding the world in our hands confidently, we are gods and goddesses in our right.

Monsters have risen and we fight back with might,

and with our young power the world shakes.

After the thunderous cycle of weeks, months, years,

how wise to take time to breathe and ponder

the innumerous lives that have passed through the pockets of time.

The true challenge is to create a name to be remembered by.

If not by the world, then by those our lives come in contact with everyday.

With open eyes, heart, and mind we can conquer the raging seas

and sail safely to the dazzling horizon at the end of each day, 

to explore the beauty of life's mysteries.

Reviews

[G.W. Saitreux]

Your writing style is prophetic, fluid, and imaginative. I applaud you for your work!

[MandaBear]

Wow really great write! Nice work!

[B-poet]

I liked how you've taken the simplest of complexities and illustrated them very articulately for all eyes to see. An intruging write and read. Nice work. :)

[Melody Telleria]

Thanks, I have a habit of making big out of small (= A flare for the dramatics. And thank you for stating that I am articulate, that matters to me.

[AlchemicPlutonian]

It has always astonished me how as children, we saw the world as full of wonder and discovery.
And through growing up, we lose the desire to continue exploring, dechipering, to understand.

We end up afraid to conquor, afraid to believe.
We shut down.

Only with open eyes, heart and mind, will that genuine calibur of curiosity prevail.
And ultimately lead us to be exactly who we should.


love it.

Ninja EDIT: Grammar.

[Melody Telleria]

Yes, the desire has definitely diminished but like with your story, Womb, I have come to that state of mind where I realize that yes, the years have gone, and so much wasted time with it, but it's not too late to be born again and face the beauty out there.

I like your poetic comment, "genuine calibur of curiosity prevail." Quite lovely.

And THANK YOU for being honest about my grammar needing editing, it really did. Good grammar is highly important to me.

[AlchemicPlutonian]

Haha, nooo that Ninja EDIT was on my own comment. I didn't notice any grammar problems in your writing.

[Melody Telleria]

Ohhh...haha well guess what, my peom really did need editing! Funny how that worked out! No worries!!! Write more stuff, I like it (=

[AlchemicPlutonian]

I'll try real hard, pinky swear.