Yesterdays song

Our lines are carved, like rivulets in stone,

As old as the Mountains, We can only mould, and shape,

Yet, they intoxicate, like the finest wines,

Drawing us to their tastes,

Ambiguities of the others, wavering our paths,

Our insecurities, of yesterday’s songs.

******

Rich voices, their baritones chill,

Excitements quickening our pulses as they reverberate,

Voices call forth, the naive children we were,

Longing to play free again,

Ghosts in derelict school yards

Long festered and decayed.

******

Buildings and ruins, stone on stone,

Scattered with rebirth of lush green grass and oak trees,

Flowing with currents of eternal green streams,

The soft caress of childhood memories,

Games, trout tickling and laughing.

******

Innocently running barefoot in the dewy heath,

Striving to capture the electric neon of the bubble of life,

Enveloping the wanton ferule, dancing in rivers,

So many paths ahead,

So many difficult mountains to climb.

******

Paths chosen are arduous and rocky,

Where harsh boulders encountered, must be climbed.

Reality makes us smile, and remember the way we ran

The awakening of slumbering memories,

Carved in immortal stones, those rivulets,

Gone, but not entirely forgotten.

And with that I have some awards to thank you for!

Thanks to Jingle, for this Easter basket. Having eaten my body weight in chocolate today, I’m proud to display a virtual basket of goodies. Happy Easter <pasg hapus> to you my friend!

I would like to thank Adam, who believes me to be a promising poet! I thank you so much for seeing and enjoying my attempts at poetry.

And finally Trisha who has given me this lovely “you make my blog smile” award. I’m quite proud to wear these little awards on my blog. Thanks to you all!

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8 responses to “Yesterdays song

  1. Hi shanellis,

    As soon as I read the following lines I shivered with excitement and joy at the sublime quality of your poetry:

    Our lines are carved, like rivulets in stone,

    As old as the Mountains, We can only mould, and shape,

    Yet, they intoxicate, like the finest wines,

    Drawing us to their tastes,

    Ambiguities of the others, wavering our paths,

    Our insecurities, of yesterday’s songs.

    ..and the rest of the poem enthralled me, held me
    as I read on. What an absolutely wonderful writer and poet you are. I am so pleased you received all the awards that recognise your talent and the way your writing inspires and reaches out to others.
    I am touched by what I have just read. Thank you for all of this. I have put you on my Blogroll and will follow your progress, and that means… I’ll be back! 🙂

    Thanks for your wonderful words over at my page. I’m glad you enjoyed what you saw there. Please come back again whenever you have time. I am delighted to see you 🙂

    My warm wishes to you, dear shanellis, my friend.

    John
    🙂

    http://poettraveler.wordpress.com/2010/04/02/dawn-flamed-creature/#comments

  2. Thank you Shan, I’ll alter to this on my Blog roll link… and with the magic of the editorial button 🙂 I’ll now go shorten your name in my reply to you on my two poems.
    Hope you have since seen what I said on the two poems you commented on? You touched me so much here in your poem, and also there with your comments. Looking forward to reading more of your pages. You are so gifted!
    Thanks,
    John

    • Thank you and I’d also like to take the time to thank you for your continued support. Means a lot to a person who’s just starting out.

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