Monday, September 26, 2005

A Moment Away

The death of another moment
So precious in it's fragility
Such a pleasant thing once
Now just a memory of what was
Away, Away never to return
The lost light replaced, dark
Songs don't end so quickly
Often they burn into the night
And, the moments flow onward
Held softly in an angel's eyes

Time is a flurry of moments
Frequently birthed and dying

Lingering fragrance, lovers scent
Stalwart souls in the glass city
Famed for structure, illuminance
Warrior's last breathe, lost cause
In a moment the glass walls burn
Painted in crimson, furious mark
In ending, there is hope bleakly
Will you know if the time is right
As the future destiny is conjured
Thousand progeny and their cries

Time is a flurry of moments
Frequently birthed and dying

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey again, Oshli. See, keep writing poems and I'll always comment.

I like this one too, especially the "refrain" about birthing and dying.

Sometimes I wonder at the direction of your writing, and it takes me two or three reads to comprehend where things are going, or the purpose behind what you've said.

I guess maybe your poems are designed to set a mood more than tell a story or describe a certain thing. That's fine - it's just not what I'm familiar with.

Good job, as always. Keep writing! :) Donna

10:34 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I really liked that one. Nice work. :)

~Sarah

7:14 PM  

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