DanielBenoit
08-31-2009, 02:00 AM
Thanks to all of the nice comments I recieved from my other poem, I feel confident enough to post another :).
Okay, this one was written for a wedding and I was requested to write one.
It's a bit superficial from my point of view, but due to its excellent reception I decided to post it here and see what you guys think of it.
Cold winters grey, clouded with dusk
Of icy days, the sun retreats down below the earth.
And all the chilly times, of memories lost
Lost, or forgotten, unnamed.
Whether it was below the ground
From which this weed sprouts
In the dead of winter,
It can only be speculated.
Oh, if it was for the lonely depth of the wreathing sea,
The frozen silence of the lake,
The deathly icicles of forgotten summer.
Thus when one goes to the mountains
And stands on the highest peak,
Will look down and see that all the time spent climbing
Has brought the early signs of March, down below,
For where you stand it is still January,
But a man knows not where he stands,
Unless he sees peaks above him
Or spring towns below his feet.
And so, my hollow caveman,
You looked down upon the town every morning
At the rising of the sun
And looked up unto the higher infinite peaks
In the afternoon.
Alas, these shadows were not drained figures
But flowers shining from the temperate sun,
Light, levitated up to you.
Aye, flowers do not sprout with surplus sunlight
Or drown in excess of water,
But you came down from the mountains,
In the advent of spring
The imminent aestivation of your heart, set,
From which you shall lose yourself
Upon the beaches of the shores.
And after surviving April,
Your journey home concluded
And you at last looked upon the spring town
From the ground,
And saw three white doves
Of the most pure tepidity,
The fair singing nymph
Whose echoes had awakened your ears
On lonely sunless mornings
Eclipsed by the tips of peaks.
May was spent in a dream
And June was a metamorphosis into summer.
Now here, upon these sandy shores
Where vastness tricks the eye
We all here silently listen
To the curling of the waves
Sinking into the sand
And becoming one.
Okay, this one was written for a wedding and I was requested to write one.
It's a bit superficial from my point of view, but due to its excellent reception I decided to post it here and see what you guys think of it.
Cold winters grey, clouded with dusk
Of icy days, the sun retreats down below the earth.
And all the chilly times, of memories lost
Lost, or forgotten, unnamed.
Whether it was below the ground
From which this weed sprouts
In the dead of winter,
It can only be speculated.
Oh, if it was for the lonely depth of the wreathing sea,
The frozen silence of the lake,
The deathly icicles of forgotten summer.
Thus when one goes to the mountains
And stands on the highest peak,
Will look down and see that all the time spent climbing
Has brought the early signs of March, down below,
For where you stand it is still January,
But a man knows not where he stands,
Unless he sees peaks above him
Or spring towns below his feet.
And so, my hollow caveman,
You looked down upon the town every morning
At the rising of the sun
And looked up unto the higher infinite peaks
In the afternoon.
Alas, these shadows were not drained figures
But flowers shining from the temperate sun,
Light, levitated up to you.
Aye, flowers do not sprout with surplus sunlight
Or drown in excess of water,
But you came down from the mountains,
In the advent of spring
The imminent aestivation of your heart, set,
From which you shall lose yourself
Upon the beaches of the shores.
And after surviving April,
Your journey home concluded
And you at last looked upon the spring town
From the ground,
And saw three white doves
Of the most pure tepidity,
The fair singing nymph
Whose echoes had awakened your ears
On lonely sunless mornings
Eclipsed by the tips of peaks.
May was spent in a dream
And June was a metamorphosis into summer.
Now here, upon these sandy shores
Where vastness tricks the eye
We all here silently listen
To the curling of the waves
Sinking into the sand
And becoming one.