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Mon 11 Dec, 2006 09:00 am
by Paul A Bourne, 2006
Like a seed
I began in the open firmaments of the heavens
battered by the very elements of nature
to make me strong
in a milieu that
oppresses, dictates, and abuses
but I rise -
like a flower, I bloomed with light's rays
like a flower, I was groomed by years
like a flower, I unfolded with grace
like a flower, I am the living years
but watch and see -
I'll be your treasure because of these years
I see me with years -
a cistern that absorbs the days
then
replace them with experiences
a price not paid with a few years
so I murmur not
because of these years
yes
I am these years
but I rise -
like a flower, I bloomed with light's rays
like a flower, I was groomed by years
like a flower, I unfold with grace
like a flower, I live in years
but watch and see -
I'll be your treasure because of these years
I'm
crafted in hurt, misery and pain
A price I paid for younger to listen and fear
yet they see this not
yet I'm not perturbed because of these years
but I rise -
like a flower I bloom with light's rays,
like a flower I groomed by years
like a flower I unfold with grace
like a flower I live in years
but watch and see -
I'll be your treasure because of these years
Paul - I like the message in your poem.
Quote:I see me with years -
a cistern that absorbs the days
then
replace them with experiences
a price not paid with a few years
so I murmur not
because of these years
yes
I am these years
but I rise -
like a flower, I bloomed with light's rays
like a flower, I was groomed by years
like a flower, I unfold with grace
like a flower, I live in years
but watch and see -
I'll be your treasure because of these years
So often, aging is depicted as a negative, so I especially liked and connected to the way you expressed your thoughts about it in the stanza above.
Really imaginative and I like the concept of a person as a cistern "absorbing" the days- turning what could be fleeting and passing and transient into something permanent and lasting and valuable - experience- which only makes them more worthy of being treasured or valued.
I hope you post more poetry.