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A Different Prayer Housed in bearded memory, Thoughts feel their way Along the passage of time, Back to childhood. I am kneeling There at bedside. I hear my whispered plea, That the future comes soon. Though today, I sit aging, Passed by many futures, Having heard rustling pages Bring me here, To this hesitation The present. As the clock ticks Its relentless move To still another future, I realize I don’t want To be here - or there. I want to go back, To climb a tree, To throw a ball, I want To be young again! |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jennifer j Hill On Date: 2005-03-05 09:28:05
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dear Lennard,
The contest is almost over and I realize I didn't get a chance to comment on
this melancholy, stirring poem. Never enough time...(funny, that seems to be
the message here as well--no amount would be enough!)
I just don't want to let this one go without saying how effective this writing is.
There is imagry and longing not just conveyed but injected into the reader.
You make us live it with you.
I really hold this one dear.
Blessings,
Jennifer