Shadow Hamilton Poet Quatern

Circles

Circles, circles always circles
time turning round and round
seasons come and seasons go
and the sky flows endlessly on.

From birth to death turning
circles, circles always circles
spiralling in blaze of colour
the pretty flowers live their cycle.

Relentless is mother nature
as all things she controls in
circles, circles always circles
just keep up with the flow.

A life starts while another ends
as the planets daily keep their cycle
and moon and sun bow to each other
circles, circles always circles.

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Andrea Dietrich May 12, 2015 at 3:41 PM dear shadow, I am going in "circles" trying to find a poem of yours to comment to!! Can you think of a favorite of yours I may not have ever seen yet!!

Maurice Yvonne January 15, 2015 at 6:31 PM I agree with Andrea in the construction of your gorgeous Kyrielle, I will add that I loved every word. Just a joy to read. Shadow Hamilton January 16, 2015 at 8:06 PM ty Maurice I appreciate your support hugs

Ralph Sergi January 10, 2015 at 9:05 AM Beautiful poem, Shadow. Our life revolves around circles Shadow Hamilton January 13, 2015 at 6:45 PM ty Ralph hugs

Sara Kendrick January 7, 2015 at 1:55 PM Great choice of idea to present the theme for the contest . Reads like a winner to me..Those circles give an aura of many emotions. Thanks for your visit to my page with your delightful review.Sara Shadow Hamilton January 13, 2015 at 6:47 PM ty Sara hugs

Andrea Dietrich January 6, 2015 at 6:37 PM the key in a good kyrielle is to have a good repeating line and you SURE did find one with the circles, circles, always circles. GREAT job, Shadow. Shadow Hamilton January 13, 2015 at 6:47 PM ty Andrea appreciated hugs

Cherl Dunn January 6, 2015 at 2:59 PM Hello Shadow, love this girl in the native culture the symbol of the circle is the core of life itself, all things are part of this wonderous ring. Love your poem and it's deeply expressed meaning, glad you apart of my circle of existence, sisters of the poet heart, cheri Shadow Hamilton January 13, 2015 at 6:48 PM ty Cheri circles are good, hugs

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty January 6, 2015 at 8:18 AM Circle is the most basic figure in the universe Shadow. Excellent poem. A perfect 7. Adding it to my favlist.Love Hugs!!!>>rajat Shadow Hamilton January 13, 2015 at 6:49 PM aw ty so much Rajat hugs