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I was Ancient, Once.
by Aaron Michaeli flip my hands
empty, and wanting,
making them fly
because I've nothing better.
Yet, I was ancient once,
a relic from Nazareth,
or a leaf in the hanging garden,
floating and falling
before being preserved.
planted and dying
and ignored between the stones
before becoming
current
and standard.
now I am a leaf amongst leaves.
yet I was ancient, once. 12/02/2010 Author's Note: how long has it been?
Posted on 12/03/2010
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/03/10 at 01:53 PM I suspect we've all been around or at least growing since the "big bang", or at least fomenting since then. And here we are with your poem. Nice write Aaron. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 12/03/10 at 02:51 PM loved this.. from the title to the last line.. well crafted well said |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/03/10 at 04:04 PM Gorgeous across the board. I love those last two lines so much. |
| Posted by Jasmine Sword-Mann on 12/03/10 at 04:50 PM That first stanza really drew me in. Is it cliche to say it's timeless to feel ancient? Or perhaps ironic. In any case, glad to see you writing again. :) |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/04/10 at 11:21 PM "before becoming current and standard.
now I am a leaf amongst leaves.
yet I was ancient, once."
You, Sir, to me will never be current and standard. Unless high standard! One has to be very skilled to modify ancient into contemporary.
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