Growth

With eyes so bright he saw the world
With prickling fingers he felt
With raised ears he heard the world
With hesitant nose he smelt

And lifted himself from the cradle
and walked upon his feet
Yet there upon the threshold,
What strangers did he meet

They took his arm and led him
across the newborn plains
They fed his curiosity
though it could not be tamed

And so one day without the lead
he walked on the frigid earth
and witnessed the frivolity
the passion, and the mirth

Though footsteps brought him to the cradle
That thirst had not been quenched
So with timid steps, he ventured
and ventured ever since

Upon that night he returned
anxious to be back
with one look his dull eyes
saw the cradle cracked

So with lonely heart he joined the world
With its web he dealt
With emptiness he studied the world
Within solitude he dwelt

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

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in a certain way-i can relate to to this-
and i could feel this poem from the
first verse and as you carried that
(a somber mood of 'ever silent sleep-)
as it came across in the rich imagery
that you described so articulately...
you have a talent for narrative poetry-
this poem shows so much desperation
in every sing stanza...I love it!!!

Magnificent Poetry!!!

james:-)

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

The reasons I love existentialistic views interwoven inside a poem, a delicate handicraft. "Growth" is well chosen title for this, but it is overrated already. As I was reading your piece, I remember the riddle of the "Sphinx". Your theme is very eloquent in its naivety, though you are speaking of womb-to-tomb theme, I realize existing is a way through our lives.. inescapable. KUDOS!

[Moonflower]

This flows masterfully, beautiful piece here.

[lostboy]

Im sorry to have taken this long to reply. Im not on the web very often. My cousin post's most of my stuff. I DON'T have the experiance to be a critic but i find it hard to believe you are just getting started . you are very good. The only advice i can give is don't worry don't hurry let it happen in it's time. thank you for your kind words.

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this flows well and has a wonderful visual quality to it well penned

[Inci]

beautiful poetry