by Jim Moore
You've come full circle,
Rotated your axis into a basket of years.
Gone are the teenage temptations--
The billowy dreams propped up on a pedestal
That you once yearned for,
Curled around as a kitten did in perfect sleep.
You've grown beyond those boundaries,
Spilt the atoms of your adolescent cord,
Stepped through the void--the cold awakening--
The thunder of hoof-beats on an open plain,
It has come to this--
That never-ending gallop that's swallowed you whole,
Left you riding roughshod from the edges
Of your old world to the new one--
But now like the Owl on the cusp of midnight,
You can finally see.
Posted on 02/24/2008
Copyright © 2019 Jim Moore
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/25/08 at 01:03 AM|
I love the 2nd stanza! It is really nice. Great read!
|Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/25/08 at 04:53 PM|
Wow! I felt like I was reading an epic and watching an entire life unfold. This is beautiful! ~N
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/11/08 at 04:31 PM|
Beautifully crafted. The last two lines are so fine.