courage III
here, let me take that,
let me carry it awhile
so the forms are made,
lines and colours
create the different shapes.
i can hold this,
sit down, this can be shared
ages wither and fade in time
we learn to prop up the old ones,
learn that our time will come.
you will never see the things
i have seen
the canyon was once a stream,
and i will see what will come
after you
as my skin is still young.
let me take this for a while
season this moment with courage,
let us both taste, now,
the beauty of our lives.
Comments
wonderfully written, always love your observations on life lk :)
cf’s!! ..kt
cb’s! nt..thank you so much.. lk
– uncleblack
….the canyon was once a stream…..this is a poem in itself })
:) thank you as always for your support holly..
– uncleblack
Your writing has been featured – 14/08/2011:
and see it here on the TBF blog
Congratulations! :-)
thats great..many many thanks sybille..
– uncleblack
Magnificent thought behind this stunning write. The change of time is so very beautifully expressed herein. Great write!
thanks so much betty, im very pleased you enjoyed it
– uncleblack
Majestic piece ….Well Done
much appreciated, thank you kindly
– uncleblack
This is beautiful and beautifully written. I love the respect of their ages here.
There is so much to learn from every soul, and you expressed that perfectly.
im really glad you liked it tori,many many thanks
– uncleblack
right clever it is ………… kudos
thank you barbara, :)
– uncleblack
thats great! thank you
– uncleblack