What is eighty years of life
When eternity awaits?
A puff of dust, a flicker
That is gone without a trace.
And yet the choices we now make
Send ripples though the years
That will give young minds pause to think
And question their ideas. Continue reading
Where am I now? What is this place,
Its shadows etched upon my face?
Here scars of unexhausted rage
There monuments to pride.
There caves of self-indulgence,
Too many flaws to hide. Continue reading
Continuing the theme of contest entries, this is my entry to another contest, where it beat out a whole other entry to win, so I’m not sure that can really be counted as a victory. Entries had to include the words fire, ice, black and white.
Huddled round a fire in the days of old,
Hiding from the ire of the burning cold.
Under the stars and the grey-white moon,
Comes hope from afar that will get here soon.
A fortress of ice that gleams in the day,
With beauty to entice down a dangerous way.
“Onward, you hounds! Pick up the pace!”
Drowns out the sounds of the maddening race. Continue reading
Well, I found out this week that my entry to a major poetry competition was unsuccessful, I didn’t finish in any of the winning places (that’s the last time I pay to enter a poetry contest). I submitted two poems, Once (Which I posted on this blog last year) and this effort:
Forested deep purity
Dusted with a winter’s glow;
Takes its place in nature’s show.
Fresh sunlight plays with diamonds soft
That glisten as they sing
In silent awe that drifts aloft
A peaceful offering. Continue reading