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It Crumbles - For Chris
by Darren SwiftIt crumbles
the detritus of love
of passion, of worth;
it crumbles,
dusting memories
With hatred, dread, despair.
It crumbles,
this life laid before,
and gone, lived wrong.
It crumbles,
etching faces, places,
scouring lines in skin.
It crumbles,
forcing fear, doubt,
loneliness, longing.
It crumbles,
powdered, odoured air
mists, blanks, kills the view.
It crumbles,
you will take the ashes,
line them straight, square, sure.
It crumbles,
forms foundations for tomorrow,
showing Shiva the way.
01/23/2009 Author's Note: destroy, create, build, destroy, create, build... as it always has been, as it always will be.
Posted on 01/23/2009
Copyright © 2024 Darren Swift
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/23/09 at 05:37 PM Well said. All you can ever really hope to do is keep going. Obvious advice, I suppose, but you do state it quite well here. The last stanza is easily my favorite. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/23/09 at 07:18 PM Man, you said it!!!! It's just this way (in my humble experiences) |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 01/23/09 at 09:39 PM And around the wheel we go again and again and again!
Namaste MFS |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 01/26/09 at 05:28 PM That's proper poetry that. |
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