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Had I Apprenticed The ages, nay the aeons played upon me, mine Subtle though indelicate to time. Places that exist where words become beacons Mere reality so slight a lone thought to mention. The corona of the sun is my shore. Laying in its warmth to soak its power evermore. I return to all of dreams, to yearnings that whip to tide Where I become the depth oceans hide. And the embrace of all those that have died. While nothing I can leave of import more But to insist goodness with no power Is but a candle that will not light. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-01-04 01:26:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
James,
I think this great.
We always wonder as we age if we've been a benefit to the world and others.
I believe you above most, have given greatly to to all.
you end,
While nothing I can leave
of import more
But to insist goodness with
no power
Is but a candle that will not light.
this is such an important statement. It is good to be good, but to use the power of your essence to
better all is using your gifts. Love I believe is the push that makes change.
If we love life, we fight to protect it. If we love others we stand up for them.
As if the world were our family, we connect and want it's best.
You know love, tthus you can extend it.
That's the difference with people.
How can anyone rest when the children and peoples are being harmed.
I weep, as you and try my hardest to make a difference.
I like this rhyming;
return to all of dreams,
to yearnings that whip to tide
Where I become the depth
oceans hide.
And the embrace of all those
that have died.
You are the depth the oceans hide......I salute you.
Dellena