Who Needs the Grace of God?

[The Rider]

When winter rides an autumn wind
Those left gazing at moons instead of reaching for stars
Might realize that time is merely a palindrome,
Points inclined to parabolas,
Reaching a peak then drifting to the pavement;
They've been there once, they might be there again.
Others will be.

'Oh momentary grace of mortal men'
Fallen to brush round ankles, heap in yards,
Wait for the spring.
Wait for the sun.

'Now is the winter of our discontent.'

[symphony]

It is impossible for me to know what exactly you had in mind while writing this, but I'll take what I feel of this at this moment, and then say I like it, very much. :)

[The Rider]

Not really sure how, or if I want to elucidate the idea. Shakespeare's Richard III might be a good place to start though... Thanks for the comment!!!! :D

[thegitksan]

Who needs the grace of god, he jeered,
when I can ride the autumn wind?
It's immaterial to reach
for moon or star when time's the same:
forward or backward: no difference to me!
I slide down parabolic curves
from peak to pavement, back again.

Your momentary grace, o mortal man,
falls round your ankles, clumsy heaps.
Pile it up, drag it down.
Wait for spring. I don't care.
'Coz I can ride the winter wind,
and spring don't matter, summer neither.
Who needs the grace of god? I ride.
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heh. well, you've some odd juxtapositions of words. I found them oddly inspiring. I didn't catch your references from the text - no matter - I got the gist, the feeling of it nonetheless. I thank you for being an inspiration.

Russell in Canada