A Life is Slight of Hand
A life is slight of hand and tricks of time
Bright eyes flash signs that truth and love might grow
But know the mind’s tight grasp won’t start the chime.
Then stolen love is not returned, a crime
To one means naught yet to another a blow
A life is slight of hand and tricks of time.
The search goes on without poetry or rhyme
Yet love is found somehow in light’s soft glow
But know the mind’s tight grasp won’t start the chime.
Commitments made and side by side to climb
Now hearts can ask is there more than to know
A life is slight of hand and tricks of time?
A babe was sought but proves too long past prime
A dream so doomed to fail from the logic flow?
But know the mind’s tight grasp won’t start the chime.
Boon child did come, chance aligned sublime
She grows each day a pace that will not slow
A life is slight of hand and tricks of time
But know the mind’s tight grasp won’t stop the chime.
Well, that was about the hardest poem I've ever written. But it's done, done I tell you!!!!!! As usual, critique is welcome.
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2 comments:
You make it seem easy. Nice job.
"Then stolen love is not returned, a crime
To one means naught yet to another a blow
A life is slight of hand and tricks of time."
These lines stood out for me.
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