-As children we played
in the leaves of Fall
...the snow of Winter
in the flowers of Spring
...the sun of Summer
when time was
a never-ending river
that flowed through life
as we dreamed our dreams
and sought our lives
on paths we made
...or those we followed
to places we found
...or those we created
by the things we did
...or those we didn't...
And along our way
we shed our childhood
which slipped away, unnoticed
with lost dreams, forgotten
beliefs, that slowly changed
awareness of our mortality...
And now, as adults we
hold dear what moments left
treasures that we've found:
loves, friendships-- connections
the real meaning of life
measuring the value of
our memories of days gone by--
the Seasons of our lives.
(The three dots in the beginning of certain lines are not part of the poem, but were necessary to be able to indent that particular line as I wished it to be, and the question writing program would not allow)I like this type of poem, the subject matter and the periods to me were a perfect way to cause the reader to pause a second, and reflect. Good write.if you were my student, i'd ask you to push beyond expected descriptions such as 'leaves of fall' or 'never ending river'. they're overused in general poetry.
i'd also ask you what specific memory or emotion is driving this poem to take it from the general to the specific, which would make it much stronger.
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Man!!! awesome poem! hope you did not copy from any other poem!
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