Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Not My Time - January 12, 2011



Not My Time

The grass bowed in the quiet evening
While five hundred children
Stood by like lambs.
Awaking a symbol of love
With their smiles.

The sweetest sound broke forth
To cheer the stars above
While the children all lit candles
For every nation
I could hear a drum resound

Like flowers by a meadow stream
Such grace was revealed
When at last I could see their faces
There I fell to the ground
And began to dream

In my dream I followed the children
Into the coldest winds
Wondering if I would die, following love
Then soon the sweetest weight
Proved to be light

A burden was lifted from my fearful heart
With such gladness I was filled
When the cold winds led to a pathway
Where the souls gone before
Now quietly lived

I charged ahead of the children
To meet the ones I loved
But like flowers by a meadow stream
I was held in place
By the hands of precious time

I awoke crying on the grass that bowed
In the quiet evening
Where five hundred children once stood
Wiped a tear from my eye and smiled
As I lit my own candle of love

Copyright *Neva Flores @ 01/11/11

13 comments:

  1. Existential life begins after one accepts thier own demise!

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  2. Death is a matter of time, not distant, beautiful tour in this poem.

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  3. Soon enough time will end. Til then light candles anyway and grow a garden of your own making. I think that you once again have eloquently expressed a human condition that so many feel but have no words for and for those people I offer you gratitude.

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  4. The hands of precious time soon pass, though not sure if that is good or bad - beautiful poem.

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  5. 'In my dream I followed the children/Into the coldest winds/Wondering if I would die' - my favourite lines in a stunning poem.

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  6. Oh my! What a poetic tale. Powerful!

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  7. put me in a dreamy state. felt like i was there. very well penned neva.

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  8. Most beautiful and endearing to race to the one's we Love that have gone before. I will lit my own candle of Love.For it is not My Time.
    Moving Read,Neva Thank You.

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  9. Neva this is filled with the power of love, memory, dreams of past and future and pure Divine light!

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  10. Very powerfully written Neva.

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  11. I agree with the comments that this is a very powerful poem.

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  12. A very powerful poem. Neva, I think this just might be my favourite poem.

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