we play a dangerous game
you and I,
like hawks racing
across a noon day sky
Hurrying, sating passions
refusing to deny!
Satisfying cravings
we should let die
Gorging too much,
realizing too late
that we have not savored,
only licked the plate
Soon we realize
that we have missed
the tastiest offerings
of life's feast
we have'nt assimilated
its vital nutrients
We have missed entirely
delicious dessert treats
We play a dangerous game
you and I,
letting the best parts
of life pass us by!
Copyright(2003)by Gwen Dickerson
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Reviewed by Richard Vallance (Reader)
Reviewed on August 9, 2003
Hi, Gwen!
This is a very STRONG poem, but if you will permit me to observe, IF you omit these two verses (which appear rather moralizing to me and out-of-place):
Soon we realize
that we have missed
the tastiest offerings
of life's feast
we have'nt assimilated
its vital nutrients
We have missed entirely
delicious dessert treats
the poem will be much, much more visceral!
You want to make an impact, as does William Blake in his:
Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry!
yes, the danger is letting live pass us by without living it to it's fullest... well done!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2003
Gwen,
'We play a dangerous game
you and I,
letting the best parts
of life pass us by! "
Poetress yes we do and it is with regret
and saddness that this precious time we let slip by.
Excellent Gwqen and powerful.
Peggy
Isn't this the truth for most of us. We forget to stop and smell the roses in our hurry to get "there". But as soon as we get there, off we go to some where else.
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This is a very STRONG poem, but if you will permit me to observe, IF you omit these two verses (which appear rather moralizing to me and out-of-place):
Soon we realize
that we have missed
the tastiest offerings
of life's feast
we have'nt assimilated
its vital nutrients
We have missed entirely
delicious dessert treats
the poem will be much, much more visceral!
You want to make an impact, as does William Blake in his:
Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry!
You see my point....
Thanks,
Richard Vallance,
Ottawa, Ontario,
CANADA
Rhyme and rhythm in an easy flowing stream. Excellent imagery and a powerful style. And a worthwhile message to boot!. Has it all!
Yes savour the moment - squeeze the life out of every second - life has no leftovers!
Regards
DJ.
(Proprietor of the Cramelot Inn
of the Author's Round Table.)
very good
all that has not been touched yet
so much remains for the passionate of heart
great write
Super Job on this...
Enjoyed it very much..
Trixie :)
'We play a dangerous game
you and I,
letting the best parts
of life pass us by! "
Poetress yes we do and it is with regret
and saddness that this precious time we let slip by.
Excellent Gwqen and powerful.
Peggy
Sandie Angel :o)
Isn't this the truth for most of us. We forget to stop and smell the roses in our hurry to get "there". But as soon as we get there, off we go to some where else.
Namaste'
Melanie