POETRY
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:11 pm
Autumn Poem, by Charles Carreon
The stars above us shine
like a blessing ...
Unchanging in their motion --
Which is not their motion,
but ours -- no matter,
If one moves, all move,
and so
The seasons change,
and through the shifting days
We strive to remember our names.
We walk a zigzagging line
that meanders and crests
Over breaking waves and even
as we strive to make it straight
It wavers
and breaks apart and
The image of a perfect moon
splintered to a million shining pieces ...
There's no way
to recreate perfection;
It forms again of itself,
like water settling in the palm of your hand
There's no way to return the
way you came.
The way you came is gone,
lost absolutely
Where the waves kept rolling on.
Epilogue
When there's no memory to bind,
The days come undone.
They fall like autumn leaves,
one upon the other;
It does not matter,
Snow will soon come to cover.
The stars above us shine
like a blessing ...
Unchanging in their motion --
Which is not their motion,
but ours -- no matter,
If one moves, all move,
and so
The seasons change,
and through the shifting days
We strive to remember our names.
We walk a zigzagging line
that meanders and crests
Over breaking waves and even
as we strive to make it straight
It wavers
and breaks apart and
The image of a perfect moon
splintered to a million shining pieces ...
There's no way
to recreate perfection;
It forms again of itself,
like water settling in the palm of your hand
There's no way to return the
way you came.
The way you came is gone,
lost absolutely
Where the waves kept rolling on.
Epilogue
When there's no memory to bind,
The days come undone.
They fall like autumn leaves,
one upon the other;
It does not matter,
Snow will soon come to cover.