Sojourn

The cycle of life

      Sojourn - Stormwolf


 

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Children are born warm from heaven.

Takes time to acclimatize those little ones
new and unfolding,
into the trials and the dramas;
So, much time is spent sleeping.

In ripeness of season
to be fashioned by heartaches
and moulded by fleeting joy.
But for now,
safely cocooned in dreams.

The elders may yearn for heaven.

Races run and will dissolved,
world-worn and weary of it all.
Some rage against the flesh prison
Some take refuge in the thinning of the veil.

It’s why I love dawn and twilight
Times of transition are charged
with such…
meaning.

© stormwolf 2020
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Gerry

You covered a lot of ground in this short poetic rendition my friend – and I understood 😉
Gerry x

Miel

Very well crafted… So much food for thought in this brief write.

Belcanto

Your picture lends itself so well to this contrast between the newly born and those of advanced years. Love your ending sentiment.

Me too, on the awesomeness of dawn and twilight, and I like the way you use your poem to point out that the opposite stages of life are much the same as the beginning and ending of the day.

Leila

A lovely balanced and thoughtful poem…Leila x

Mitch

Very melon-collie, O Wolfly One! The rage had me thinking of Dylan Thomas’s famous villanelle. Sounded good when read aloud. Mitch

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