I have not fallen within
As often do sighs, or men—
I’ve seen all of rounded wholes,
Beginning, at their ends.
I have believed in velvet nights
In dancing fairy rings…
And known the sea, lost, and gone,
Where dead birds often sing.
I have not fallen within
As often do sighs, or men—
I’ve seen all of rounded wholes,
Beginning, at their ends.
I have believed in velvet nights
In dancing fairy rings…
And known the sea, lost, and gone,
Where dead birds often sing.
Last edited by Little Gal; 04-22-2012 at 07:36 AM.
Nice one, Little gal. Confident, yet innocent.
I thank you... that was short but heart warming!Originally Posted by miyako73
How succinct! And moving.
Thank you Prince...
being appreciated feels the best...
i really like this poem. it seems like it's the past. is the 'fallen within' death, or that you're not discouraged over the lost past? are the dead birds ghosts, or those with regrets?
This is a solid little poem. Well written. And with a tinge of optimism.
I thank you...
I think time has been looked upon in the sense of the past, the 'now' and the 'tomorrow'...
you r right abt the "not discouraged" part...
Things happen in life, and much remains undone...much is attained and in the way much is lost too, we may not even realize it, for most of life remains unknown to us while we r alive... but sometimes, "between being alive..." certain things open up themselves to you...they may be irrelevant, scattered bits, but nevertheless, you have lived them...
Thank you .. you are very kind and encouraging!
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