How will life be one day when you’re old?
This poem covers the reality of the utter nullification of what began as a beautiful life here on planet earth for me and for many of us. It is so strange how life changes, values change, even religions change over a lifetime.
Many stories of your life untold,
Memories of joy and others of grief,
And heartaches suffered beyond belief.
Is not color wonderful to perceive,
Pure beauty in its incredible range.
Whilst for some it is only to deceive,
partially color blind, it is so strange.
A poetry challenge in Licentia form.
– In looking up at heaven’s deep void cask,
in the blue illusion of the day I bask.
Our Sun radiates warmth and light to Earth’s realm,
nature and our solar system at the helm.
Creative writing rocks. I received a response from a dear friend and fellow writer in response to the challenge to write a ballad as I proposed in the article covering my ballad, ‘Pigeons Nesting on my Stoop’, published in last week’s SAFREA Chronicle. Merely having received the response was exciting, but once I had read the poem, I was exhilarated and blown away.
A Ballad by Vaughan Jones
It’s beautiful when nature touches you, join her in song, being one with her too.