The whole "but what about when it ends??" dilemma.

[bohemiandonut]

Sonnet: Of Darkness and of Life

When idle tears of doleful, shadowed dreams,
Blur floating hope, and broken fingers wave,
And passion surges; worry breath does freeze,
As if a hundred juries mark your grave.

When feelings flow they rush towards certain death,
The mind apologizes, drowned in thought,
And feelings fall, existing but for death.
Engulfed in time, they live, but fall to naught.

When makeshift heroes wrapped in voices sweet,
Should taste like freedom, weary be! Resist
What equals struggle, thwart dependence’s scheme!
Inspect and doubt, refuse surrender’s kiss.

For every love will shimmer fore its death,
When life burns brightly ‘gainst eternal rest.



rather self-indulgent i know. everyone must come to terms that they really just want the universe to notice them (i'm talking to you, Bloggers!)
it's sort of a carpe-diem poem. remember, when reading poetry, never igonore irony...
Peace.

[Chlorine]

Donut----a poem i memorised a long time ago, in response to your "what about when it ends?"

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
Than leaf subsides to leaf
so Eden sank to grief
so dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay

[applecyder]

awesome

[bohemiandonut]

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
Than leaf subsides to leaf
so Eden sank to grief
so dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay

Mine is kind of an acknowledgement of that problem, and then the response of a hearty "So what?" Of course, there are many other implications, but that's what I was mainly going for when I wrote it, I think... Maybe?

Only now I am actually living out what I shrugged off as non-essential... It sucks.

[Chlorine]

Donut----Not sure exactly what you're feeling at this point...

Things happen in cycles, seasons. Things can only get better. *chin up*