Beginning

Beginning

A Poem by Beccy
"

first there are endings

"
Nothing disturbs me, now the onus of 
summer is leavened by russet and gold;
even the music of insects is muted,
confined almost wholly to memory
as colour slips and the bleak winds blow.

And I am writing more than a poem;
I am writing of frankincense in a godless age, 
the soon to come winter grasses, 
stocks and shares, the mortality of dreams,
the rise of a new, neon lit Bethlehem.

Thus, I raise my glass to the dissolution of time,
the myriad suns and moons waiting in the wings,
that reflecting the mystery of eternal change,
remain nevertheless, eternally the same.

© 2017 Beccy



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Doesn't time stop in eternity? Without time can there ever be any real change?--perhaps time is even change, itself.
You write eloquently and not without perception.
The disdain, however, is not sufficiently under the surface.

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is a poem most needed, these divine beginnings, and endings. Such a sacred flow of thoughts that awaken the sights and scents of life. It is glorious for me to breathe in frankincense nearly every day. It lifts so many shadows, like your words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


But a blink in the eye of Braham.
That is our time
You start adding spices - well....you're just asking for trouble Beccy.
A well executed write with a winter wooly feel.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Not so much melancholic as introspective mixed with a dash of resignation.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Beccy,
The collecrion of life's baggage; it's case full of days; Memories piled like so many leaves piled in our backyards. I understand your wonderful poem so well. I really loved it! blessings kathy

Posted 1 Year Ago


Hi Beccy, Maybe it's just my own mood, but I sense this to be a melancholic poem. A descriptive literary journey into a "the more things change, the more they stay the same" kinda bent. A final acceptance that humans are what they are, the world is what it is.
I like the whole poem, especially the religious bent in the second stanza. There is the vague notion that belief has died and our new religion is a corporate structure that makes no apologies for it's beastly appearance. (Got that from "stocks and shares") "The rise of a new, neon lit Bethlehem" and "I am writing of frankincense in a godless age" are two of the best lines I've seen in a while. They convey so much in so little time. CD

Posted 1 Year Ago


No wonder many animals pack up and go into hibernation for the cold and bleak winter months !

An enduring piece of poetic philosophy, keep warm Beccy !

Posted 1 Year Ago


ah, you decorate beautifully a chain of words, and so easily anchor the attention of this passer by

Posted 1 Year Ago


especially now, we need a new beginning...this poem shares hope...the beauty of autumn, yet at the same time we now winter is coming...and in more ways than literally, this may be a really harsh winter here in the states.

thanks for this glimmer of positiveness Beccy...

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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