Until The End Of Time

by debbylyn   Nov 9, 2007


Until the end of time
Through shades of dappled gray
While stems deny the pluck
I gather what I may

In my wild abandon
I sow my scattered seeds
Hoping for a meadow
I overlook the weeds

Gathering then the thistle
Around my wild bouquet
Dry and bare in patches
I still delight the day

Until the end of time
Through cycles of rebirth
I'll plant again my flowers
Then pluck them from the earth

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  • 16 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Wow I liked this. It is obvious that your words provide the nutrients for a poets pen like the sky provides the blue for the clouds. . I enjoyed your poem and the thoughts that came to visit the page before me. Keep up the good writes I look forward to reading more of your works. Peace.

  • 16 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    I love this poem. It speaks to me metaphorically as well. Another flawlessly structured piece with vivid imagery, impeccable flow that is creatively put together. This is one of my favorites!

  • 16 years ago

    by biancaa

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  • 16 years ago

    by Romantic Lover

    A very beautiful poem which flowed so well. I loved the ending too.

  • 16 years ago

    by meandhim080307

    I loved it, it was different. i thought it was awesome. 5*5
    Kimberly