time not being mine
the number ticks past the mark of nine
i can not ask it to kindly stop for me
all we may do is rest here with bended knee
the man with drap-ed hair
he asks to be next to his lady mare
there they go side by side
toils and tales forever tied
and nobody sits still in silence
all diverged in word, story, or song
waiting, resting,
saved or damned all along
lifes' voices have befriended you and i
yet, we are not made new to die
let us live in the quiet, the still
then, only then, may we get these places to our fill
Hello, Margaret!
ReplyDeleteI have to say first and foremost that I appreciate your use of words like "drap-ed", and your style of writing that excludes capital letters. It makes your poetry read like lovely little notes jotted down to someone - I can picture a tattered notebook and quill pen.
Your first line is very strong and caught my attention right away -- you have a number of lines like this throughout the poem that reveal a very thoughtful nature.
What I would venture to say is that you don't need a meter OR rhyme, although it can be nice. I like that there is variation and that rhymes seem to be natural occurrences, but if you were going to edit this I would recommend avoiding rhymes.
In all though I really like this poem and your other poetry. Keep it up!