Lightning's strobe through dark shrouds
Heralds with drums of thunder
A child born of the clouds
A creation of Aah and wonder
Its beginning marked by its, imminent end
In its descent, innocently unconcerned
Waltzing with the wind, its path does bend
Where it lands, yet to be learned
In the setting sun's last glow
The dimming light before the night
Reflects all the colors of a rainbow
That darkness soon will overwrite
Tlaloc's rattle plays a lullaby of death
Its song of demise on tin, or glass
On dry leaves its last breath
Falling on pavement, or parched grass
Some leave a small footprint
Some impacts give no sign at all
Others much more than a hint
Carving a cavernous canyon wall
Some bring life, others destruction
Where it eventually delivers
The remnants of its earthly corruption
Carried to the sea, by mighty rivers
Where in time
With the coming of the sun
It again will climb
To where it begun
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sorenbarrett (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Obsolete is the theme, style, format, font, and last word. Also obsolete is the idea of the four basic elements: Air, Water, Earth and Fire as well as the archetypes and Tlaloc the Aztec rain god who carried a rattle that was thought to be a sign of death and make the sound of thunder. However, the idea of the continual cycle of life remains with us today. In the breaking down and corruption of the earthly body, what remains will be incorporated into other forms to raise again as energy and new life. Many other thoughts accompany the lines in this poem that I will leave to the reader.
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Comments4
'Its beginning marked by its, imminent end'
so true! applicable to so many
fated to experience
our universe's, universally ephemeral existence;
so well written, as ever
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Thank you, L.B. your comments are always so welcome. I deeply appreciate your review
For me, the second stanza breathtakingly epitomizes the endless cycle and mystery of a life that we have yet to understand, and most likely never will. We can only live it.You have described this beautifully. It truly is a great a fav.
Thank you, Bella your reviews and comments are most welcome and appreciated.
Faint is the memory and familiar the awareness of consciousness and recall. That is given structure in the weaving of and progression of detail and feel throughout the poem. A triumph Soren! Rik.
Thank you crypticbard for you review and marvelous comment. The more I hear from you the more I understand why you chose the name you have. Maybe I am reading more into your comments than intended but what I do read strikes at the very heart of the poem.
And a heart with a strong beat it is!
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