Daughter, speak of your pain
and I will speak of mine.
At the end of the day the sun will set
and the moon rise; the earth revolve,
tides turn and birds build their nests.
Castigate yourself –
walk on hot coals
for words unsaid,
deeds undone.
Kid yourself
it would have been different
if only ...
Look only to the sky,
see the swallows going home.
Realise you are no more than a pawn
in this journey we call life;
heartbreaking, exciting,
frightening, incomprehensible.
It is each of these, and more.
From the tiniest fish to the brightest star –
all that lives, breathes or simply exists,
has its place in the grand scheme of things.
The skylark will constantly trill as it rises,
the swan will sing its own lullaby
and frost will always nip the bud
that appears before its time.
Comments
MistakenMagic | September 20, 2008 - 11:05
A very poignant poem Tina, and the last lines are so beautiful it is beyond words.
Magic x
Silver Spun Sand | September 20, 2008 - 12:19
Magic - you're a star! Has anyone ever told you that?:-)
Tina x
MistakenMagic | September 20, 2008 - 12:21
A couple of times yes :) But being told by you Tina is a different feeling all together! You're poetry touches me so much, it's always great to be praised by someone you admire!
Magic x
Nathan Bednarek | September 20, 2008 - 12:31
I feel left out... ;-(
Hehe, yes Tina a wonderful poem every time. This one is very deep and I agree with MM, the last few lines are beyond words ;-)
Nathan.
Silver Spun Sand | September 20, 2008 - 12:39
Oh dear, Nathan. We can't have that;-) You are a star too and no mistake! And I'm sure I'm not the first to say it.
Thank you so very much for what you said. Hope you are having a sunny weekend. Summer's come, at last. In my neck of the woods, at least.
Tina :-)
MistakenMagic | September 20, 2008 - 15:16
Nathan stole my review! Haha, glad you agree with me Nathan :) And you shouldn't feel left out! Gosh, we're like too kids competeing for a mother's attentions.
But I have to say I do feel like I have family on ABCtales - Nathan, you'll always be my caring older brother, Tamara is just like my little sister and you have a very maternal essence Tina that I find comforting!
Magic x
Silver Spun Sand | September 20, 2008 - 18:29
How nice of you to say so, Magic. I take it as a great compliment.
Have a good weekend:-)
Tina
jennifer | September 22, 2008 - 14:33
Enough of the mushy stuff. Back to the writing!
Which is magical, but I feel the punctuation makes the flow stutter when it should flow freely.
In short, you have used too much punctuation (Witch Bitch for once, being her opposite).
Silver Spun Sand | September 22, 2008 - 17:23
Jennifer - thank you so much for your more than helpful crit. How right you are!
Have taken out at least 9 commas for starters and am now having a closer look to see if I can get rid of any more of the little devils:-)
Glad you enjoyed the poem and I really am appreciative of your excellent advice.
Tina:-)