Living Life

if at the end
words remain unwritten
stars will not fall from the sky

rain will shatter silence
gentle reminder of life
spent living
cool wet drops
grow oppressive
cottonfusedtoskin

relish poetry on lips,
passionate promises
finally fulfilled

thouroughly devour
the aroma,
sable soil
once parched
now ready for
seed

volumes remain
e m p t y
pens remain full
prolific an ancient definition
but...
it will not matter,
for...
the meadow shall have
bare spots
grass worn away
from dancing barefoot

the wooden floor
will have deep grooves
from hours spent
rocking, gazing
off porch at the horizon
as sunrises and sets

the feet will be calloused
the back will ache,
the shoulders remain strong
carrying the weight
of those who could not
bear the load alone

strength and grace
patience..
outlasting all
~unbroken~
hair will always reflect setting sun
~unharnessed~
eyes will always reflect stormy sea
chasing away all grey
with a kiss and a smile
~unwritten~
~undefined~
living life fully
one day at a time

Reviews

[Barry S. Maltese]

As for my head there will still be a relection even without the hair - LoLThis poem is lovely and true. Many poets have died in the past, and life still went on . . . but what of the truths that still remain unwritten. Will there be another hand to carry the lantern that illuminates the truth? And what if that poet fails to see the inuendo that graces life. The inferences that caress the beach with every wave - or caress one's skin within the soft breeze? Yes, life will carry on, just as you so beautifully describe here in your poem. But will it be seen in the same light that glows from your soul?Great poem. You write with fantastic wisdom. For Life will go onward.

[tinhearts~]

perfectly written in a class of all it's own spirit~~~lovely in knowing that peace will abide~~fully lit in all hearts shinning from within~
love, carol
from myspace

ps~i tryed to do the point thing with i am not familiar with and lost my whole message. know that i give you the fullest cup of points that can be achieved.

[RAWR!]

"volumes remain
e m p t y
pens remain full
prolific an ancient definition
but...
it will not matter,
for...
the meadow shall have
bare spots
grass worn away
from dancing barefoot"

rawr, very well written.
just a suggestion, perhaps barefeet would be a better word.

[Mat Woodward]

I went there when reading, the wooden floor...grooves....hours. very much one day at a time gracefully

True poetry/Romantic heart

thank you for posting

m@

[Tio]

Beautiful Account Of The Cost And Joys.

Nice piece

Tio

[Vincent Maltese]

Nice. Very nice. Great poem.

Just an idea. Maybe try using words like those,that and the more frequently in this poem.

But nontheless still amazing words. from an amazing writer. Keep it up. im subscribing.