by Myrna D Badgerow
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.
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An older poem newly spiffied..) Hope it is enjoyed...
Days have settled themselves in the comfort
Of passing time and flames of youth have died,
Leaving only embers and ash to light
The paths of coming winters, the moments
Not lived, the memories unmade... each lies
Quiet upon low burning fires, mourning not
The loss of time and its past seasons,
But waiting to catch and thrive, become new flame,
To live in my next lifetime, where embers
Of youth lie within arms of unborn days.
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|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|To say as much as you, Myrna, in ten lines
and to say it so well and with genuine depth
demands great craft and fine thinking
and you have both in abundance.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|totally agree with the philosophical eye of this poem ... very nicely crafted ....|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|...within thee arms of unborn days. That sum up a great write perfectily.