Would that the day could last
but die it must,for night to live
if thus this is it, living to repeat
a death with no retreat,or am I
trying in some mediocre mood, to
relieve myself of banal brood
for boredom makes the day grow
long, and ennui isn't a favorite song
how trite of me to mock the night
and in same breath blame the day
that has no choice but to give way
for time demands the hands to move
in a regulated twenty four hour groove
and I can't think of any other way
for earths sun cycle to complete a day
Time exists only within the mind of man. Cycles exist as a method of God's plans, naturally. Bless the day, bless the night. Bless everything moved by his hand. This is a very well crafted, rhetorical poem. Jon Michael Willey
You write with such beauty and passion. Always caressing our souls with such splendid ray. You are one of my favorite Poets Eileen. Your works breath taking.
Girl...doncha know it's not the Sun dying but our Earth rolling over in its bed? Gotta get rest some time, for all we put it through...at least on this side. :o)
Happy Daze and Days, t' ya, dear friend...
Micke
Incredibly beautiful...I have reached a point over the last few years to see how quickly the time goes...there are moments when it truly scares me...the reason why it's so important to live each day to the fullest.
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on April 10, 2008
I absolutely love your unique style of expression. Your words completely draw me in and I want to read more and more. You have a gift.
Eileen, my grandfather told me long ago before he died.
He lived to be 105. "The day last forever - the years fly by."
He didn't make any sense to me till I got older. I think we
should just cherish each day we're given.
Doug
ET, I just wonder after your words in this poem...you saying that if the clock hands were circling anticlockwise we would getting younger instead of wrinkled and decrepit?
Oh girl! I love that idea, tonight I will feel younger already.
Delicious nights can be. I love looking out the "picture" window at night and seeing the very few souls on the streets. Quiet. Folks getting ready (inside) for the next day. Next morning. Day must give way as all things. Interesting write.
I Think It Is Actually A Very Beautiful Circle That Upon Its Completion It Is Still Unending & Renewed.
I think I got dizzy....I Am Still Spinning ;)
I Loved The Wording In Your Poetic Express Eileen,
If This Is Boredom...Let The Pen Of Boredom Write Poetess!!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 9, 2008
And the cycle do go on..
with love
Ron
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 9, 2008
Yet when we look at life as if we are living our final moments, things become fresh. I've just seen a beaut of a white woodpecker.
Every second is pure gold, even the rich are only give 24 hrs to spend each day. Yet who are the rich, those with wealth that they need to live in domestic prisons, or the bloke walking through the park, catching trout, kicking leaves, and whistling...
A mighty big clock you constructed hier, with wanderful lines and engravings, Blessings Eileen! Jasmin Horst
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 9, 2008
The never-ending cycle of life and death never forgives the pettiness of mere mortals and like the ouroboros, it is continually devouring themselves for reasons left up to the old ones to judge . . .
I am so lonely at night after death of Tom I cry lots at night. It has only been since Aug 07 but I feel so alone at night. Your poem says why night has to come and I should like it better, but I will try to take your advice. I know night is needed as well as day. It;s just so hard to get through and I am always glad with the daylight. and going out.
Curiosity resolved nicely. Amazing what thinking about something, instead of just reacting to it, can do for our understanding of it. Such a thoughtful soul ye be. Enjoyed!
Blessings ...
Ah...but the colors the day spews forth in its "dying"...that makes it all worth while...and the night gives back those dying colors as it dies off for the dawn of a new day...
Love the photo, as well as your poem!
Cryssa
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wonderful write Eileen...
John
Happy Daze and Days, t' ya, dear friend...
Micke
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
He lived to be 105. "The day last forever - the years fly by."
He didn't make any sense to me till I got older. I think we
should just cherish each day we're given.
Doug
Oh girl! I love that idea, tonight I will feel younger already.
Georg
I think I got dizzy....I Am Still Spinning ;)
I Loved The Wording In Your Poetic Express Eileen,
If This Is Boredom...Let The Pen Of Boredom Write Poetess!!
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
with love
Ron
Every second is pure gold, even the rich are only give 24 hrs to spend each day. Yet who are the rich, those with wealth that they need to live in domestic prisons, or the bloke walking through the park, catching trout, kicking leaves, and whistling...
Be always safe,
Karen
so "full" and the whole cycle is not slow and tedious, but
quick and complete.
Axilea
Blessings ...
Love Tinka
Love the photo, as well as your poem!
Cryssa