Birth

Birth

I traveled along the cool dark road. 

 I swam the Rivers of Eternity. 

 I laid in somber earthen places. 

No more did light of day shine

and striking sunset moments blind my journey to the truth of all things. 
 

I marveled at the beauty of the night

and danced in moonlight glades,

with all things dark and wonderful. 
 

A new light. 

A dark light.

 

Its beacon of purple velvet hues,

 beckoned me toward my destiny.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Loniefa Butler]

I love your poem. It is very inspiring

[Raymond Federle]

Many thanks for your review and consideration of my piece. People take so little time anymore it seems to truly wonder at the depth behind the words and capture a sense of what the writer is trying to impart. I often find myself trying to gauge the emotion and understanding behind my own work.

[Falling Leaf.]

"With all things dark and wonderful." Bravo. Absolutely.

There is something dark, old, and wise stirring in this piece.
I read it. I stopped. I contemplated. I read it again.

I've grown weary of reviews that are void of thought. Reviews that are posted in hopes of "a favor returned." I am here in search of no favor. I am tired of careless reviews, dropped in passing, one-liners that are so vague you can wonder if they even read your poem at all.

I am going to think on this piece. I may just fetch a cup of coffee and sit. And think. Truly think. Allow this poem to grasp my mind by the shoulders and shake it.

I get the feeling that your fourth and fifth lines imply that sunshine is a sign of innocence. It blinds people to harsh and ugly truths. Once you've seen the darkness of the world, you cannot unsee it.
There is not always sunshine.
Not everything that is dark is bad. There are good things in the night, marvelous things. Things that require a peculiar sense of maturity to appreciate.

Rivers of Eternity? You're saying you understand the things that aren't fleeting? You see beyond the feeble light of one infinitesimal human life? Hmmm.

Also. In the second to last line, you should have Its, not It's.

Bravo. Very well done.

[Brittany Zedalis]

Such wonderful imagery. I'm really enjoying your poetry.