by Bruce Alan Humphrey
Thursday, January 01, 2004
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Step, step, step.
Dawn, motion, life takes the first step.
Quick paced and looking forward is the spirit of energy.
Eyes open onto a bright world full of wonder, full of excitement.
Deep blue skies arc above.
Tapestries of light and dark nurture the land.
Growing older, the eyes become more aware.
Seeing more dark than light an eye tears.
Love wears away the innocence, making them intense.
Step, step . . . step.
Time advances unceasingly, widening the eyes.
They see life distorted.
Trials in life make them steely, hard.
Time paces out the last steps.
Twilight transforms the eyes, once alive with spirit, to weary and cynical.
The rhythm of time is deliberate, dragging the weary eyes, the steps move toward an end.
The lids descend.
Step, step, step.
Life’s enchantment commences again.
Bright and cheerful, it reaches for the light above.
A raging, burning fire of hope seeks the hidden secrets.
A life begins, a life ends, and such is the way of life.
Winds of Time
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
I heve enjoyed the reading of "Dawn" from which I have learned many
Never rest Your pen, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by jude forese
|very well-developed poem ...
The lids descend ... and the spirit ascends ...
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|What a wonderful composition and form I agree, beautiful work!
Happy New Year
|Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry
|This is excellent, Bruce, and reveals a wise message to all who allow themselves to become disillusioned, cynical and bitter: an unnecessary, self-destructive endeavor. ~~Bonnie Q|