Alaeha Posted November 24, 2003 Report Posted November 24, 2003 First poem I've done in a while... I was revamping one of my accounts somewhere or another... and wanted to put an acknowledgement of that change into poetry. This is what came of it. The first line is a bit odd... but the idea of a clock striking thirteen, to me, signifies to me that something isn't normal. It seemed fitting. It's Time The clock at last has struck thirteen, the bells have rung their final time. The curtain's closed. We'll change the scene and listen to the fateful chime. It's time, and as the echoes fade, the old shall flee; The new unfold. A new sun comes, and lights the shade and brings to light a wealth untold. Yet, just as it has always been, the dark remains. Not all is light. The treasures' guards lurk near, unseen within the shadows of the night.
HopperWolf Posted November 25, 2003 Report Posted November 25, 2003 excellent work. No need to worry about the first line, it's very fitting: lending an overtone to the whole. Repentance, forgiveness, starting over. it is always going to be overshadowed by the past. it's never going to be quite "right" in the same way it was. a lesson well learnt.
Ayshela Posted November 25, 2003 Report Posted November 25, 2003 *nod* quite fitting. and it is never all light. where there is light there is always shadow. too bad the reverse is not as true. <_> *hugs*
HopperWolf Posted November 25, 2003 Report Posted November 25, 2003 The reverse is true. Without one the other could not be. you will find it. *hugs...all round*
Mira Posted November 27, 2003 Report Posted November 27, 2003 Lots of imagery, I like that. The poem practically screams "change" to me. That spirit of change is an important one, and you are right. It's Time.
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