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Ouroboros

do not look for me among gravestones by black attire once chiselled ergo sum but instead a mother’s arms a womb from whence laid cobble stones I paved in tears, in many strides and tread along forever then glistening bud and falling leaf find me somewhere in between where I’ve sat among scenes of many views the hourglass and all its sand a grain within grains, find me and shall not all ends deliver all beginnings

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 1/20/2024 5:42:00 PM

when I read your poem I thought of these words, "round and round goes the carousel, life is a circular thing." referring to the eternal cycle of life...pondering as I read this one..have a great evening, Sara

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 1/21/2024 12:00:00 AM

Absolutely - a circular thing - that's what I believe. Thanks for sharing your thoughts Sara

Mat Ignacio

Date: 1/19/2024 9:23:00 PM

a gem of write this one -

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 1/19/2024 11:43:00 PM

Thanks Mat

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 1/19/2024 4:54:00 PM

Clive, your poem beautifully explores existence beyond gravestones and black attire. It traces a journey from a mother's arms, through tear-paved strides, to the eternal cycle where glistening buds and falling leaves intertwine. A profound reflection on the continuum of beginnings within ends. Loved Reading! - Blessings, Daniel

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 1/19/2024 11:43:00 PM

Great analysis Daniel, spot on too - eternal cycle is the key piece that you picked up on, great to have you share your thoughts, thanks for reading

Hiya Sharma

Date: 1/19/2024 7:00:00 AM

Sigh, this feels like a deeply soul-stirring write. Somehow, the sense of ache and melancholy resonates with me & strikes my heart.. So beautifully you've conveyed profound emotions where we are in nothingness yet our essence is like a fleeting dust, scattered everywhere. "I paved in tears, in many strides and tread along forever then glistening bud and falling leaf" Ahh, so heartfelt and those opening lines too.. A fav for me, impeccably written..

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 1/19/2024 7:22:00 AM

Thank you Hiya, very kind of you to say

Lin Lane

Date: 1/19/2024 6:54:00 AM

A gloomy thought... a cobblestone walkway made of mourning tears. You are quite skilled at showing instead of telling, Clive. We cannot prevent the sand from sifting, but we can face reality with the most positive attitude we can muster. Always a moment of poetic enlightening to read you.

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 1/19/2024 7:22:00 AM

Thanks for sharing your thoughts Lin, much appreciated

Tom Woody

Date: 1/19/2024 6:23:00 AM

You're a true poet at heart Clive. As for me, I believe in life renewed. Have a great weekend

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 1/19/2024 6:43:00 AM

Thanks Tom for your kind words

Ink Empress

Date: 1/19/2024 2:17:00 AM

Moving and heartfelt write on memories and time, especially the opening lines for some reason made me sad, its soul hitting and so very poignant. I love the flow of this and also the ending is brilliant! Powerful write

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 1/19/2024 2:30:00 AM

thanks for your time IE, always appreciated