Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Friday, July 17, 2009

~ Life Circles ~

Glorious fields before me
Swaying in gentle breeze
Fields that span for miles
To infinity it seems

Behind me, beautiful mountains
Gorgeous, tall and raw
Gentle mist surrounds their peaks
Leaving me in awe

Trees sparkling with morning dew
Shimmering, spectacle sight
Standing tall towards heaven
Massive in their might

A prophet stands before me
I’m humbled by the sight
For I know this is a lesson
And I know the time is right

I now take notice to the sky
Clouds twist about and spin
Brilliant beauty circling
Molded by the wind

Chaos within circles
Yet twist and turn pristine
Spinning never ending
Glimmering with sheen

Time is not of issue
Time is not at hand
The only time of great concern
Is that of which is man

Great expanse of all that is
We are but a speck
We should live for every moment
Live with no regret

Despite of all the highs
And especially the lows
The circle keeps on spinning
Lessons keep us on our toes

Never are we alone
We are all and that within
And just when life is going good
The circle spins again

©Bobbie Sandlin

I wrote this not long after I first started writing. This was a dream. I woke up and immediately had to write it down. This is one of my personal favorites.

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