Life

Life

How Transient it is,

Like the edge of  a knife,

Here then gone, 

Like the gentle Swan,

And dark, as satins’ spawn.

  An epic tail,

Or a long unraveled trail.

No one the same,

And not one reclaimed.

When started 

It cannot be stopped.

When stopped,

It cannot be restarted.

all the hell and terrible strife,

Is a costly price,

The price, for life.

Author's Note

well? i have gone on o poetry frenzy tonight lol.

Reviews

[Devons]

You have captured quite forensically and clinically all the beautifully mysterious but shocking qualities of the subject in such short, brutal, yet savagely accurate words. A work of art in concision and meaning. These poems you have created may be short but deal with grand subjects on a very grand and eloquent scale.

[Kanattas Atir Enomo]

wow this piece is amazing. you captured life to a tee. the poems (space, time, life, death) all manage to be poweful and full of meaning although they are all that long. it's short and to the point but at the same time full of great detail. great job. you've got one heckuva talent for writing poetry.

[J.Black]

This is awesome. I have to agree with Devons.

[snapjack]

I've noticed how you have space and time then life and death, that's pretty cool. Each contrasting itself. Awesome. I like this poem too. And like the others, very true.

[deeps]

This is such the truth here. This is wonderful

[Dakota]

So true so true!