A Poem by Suavis_Umbra

stories and tales and dragons and saints.

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.

© 2012 Suavis_Umbra

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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

Posted 9 Years Ago


9 Years Ago

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

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Added on October 22, 2012
Last Updated on October 23, 2012
Tags: passion, fear, hear, saints, dark, sad, death, scar, hit, drown, shadow, leaves



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