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The Merry Go Round of Earth

One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.

Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play hide and seek
in the nighttime meadow.

Training wheels lay abandoned -
youthful eyes bear cornea confidence.
The silver spokes whistle through copper leaves -
once in a lifetime decadence.

August stars say their last farewell
in glorious beelines.
Whilst wrinkled fingers grasp the moon
in delicious daytime.

A woman dressed in white walks down the aisle -
her father proudly flaunts.
As a preacher recites Scripture at a funeral:
The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want...

A newborn's laugh lights the whole world up
with effortless ease.
Whilst a pair of liver-spotted legs
unbuckles its knees.

One takes the first step -
the other reaches the end of the line.
One is a wealth of wisdom -
and the other is a gift divine.

Tiny toes to caress the sand,
ashes to sprinkle in the sea -
as if Nature itself has read aloud
Ecclesiastes Three.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Lamoureux Avatar
December 23, 2017 at 8:56 AM
Dropping by to wish you a Merry Christmas. I enjoyed reading this one again. I miss having you here Timothy.
Gist Avatar
April 8, 2016 at 3:40 PM
I like your voice here...Nice!
Breidenthal Avatar
March 17, 2016 at 7:28 AM
Happenings upon happenings upon happenings..there is a time for everything...I love this brilliant composition. It made me smile this morning. Thank you! That last line stirrs something special in my heart. I love your unique poetry! Always, Laura
Hicks Avatar
March 18, 2016 at 2:43 AM
It is a beautiful chapter, Laura ... and was even made into a great song! Look up Turn! Turn! Turn by The Byrds. I find your poetry quite unique myself, with a passionate heart, and a real command over language.
Breidenthal Avatar
March 17, 2016 at 7:31 AM
the last lines* my bad ;)
Black Blacharczyk Avatar
March 12, 2016 at 8:19 AM
Well written. I like your imagery about the cycle of life.
Hicks Avatar
March 14, 2016 at 1:17 AM
Thank you Frank! Kind of you to stop by.
Delaney Avatar
March 11, 2016 at 8:03 PM
Hi Tim: Returning to read this delightful piece of time's oppositions. I have to laugh at the liver spotted legs and buckling knees. You've been peeking. ROFLMAO. SuZ
Hicks Avatar
March 12, 2016 at 3:05 AM
Hahaha ... Too funny, Suz. My ankle has been doing weird thing these days. Been hauling demolition debris during a job with my brother ... trashcans full of lava rock makes one hobble a bit awkwardly and it wasn't too kind on my ankle ... had to wear a brace.
Dietrich Avatar
March 8, 2016 at 10:01 PM
Timothy, Soup is sending out three of your poems to people's emails and this was my favorite of the three. Came here and saw I had faved it a long time ago!! Congrats for this showcase of your poetry.
Hicks Avatar
March 9, 2016 at 10:38 PM
I am delighted, Andrea. Thanks for another visit, and telling me.
Kendrick Avatar
March 8, 2016 at 4:23 PM
Nice to read your work..I enjoyed perusing it..Sara
Hicks Avatar
March 9, 2016 at 10:27 PM
Thanks Sara ... glad you liked my poem :)
Delaney Avatar
June 13, 2015 at 10:18 PM
A powerful write Tim: It is a seven and so are you no a 10. Hugs SuZ
Marcum Wong Avatar
January 28, 2015 at 1:46 AM
Dear Tim, So happy I didn't miss this treasure. I am so impressed with this poem! It is going straight into my fav's. Bravo my friend! #7+
Lamoureux Avatar
January 4, 2015 at 8:16 AM
Much to ponder here, your ashes comment brings to mind my experience with my mom and my step Dad's ashes. I wrote a poem called ashes that describes it. You might enjoy it. You have expressed yourself with sensitivity and eloquence Timothy.
Hicks Avatar
January 4, 2015 at 8:38 PM
Thank you Richard for the compliments! With the amount of people on earth, it seems every stage of life is constantly being experienced by someone, somewhere.
Buil Avatar
December 31, 2014 at 3:03 PM
So true. Loved the title for this too. Fitting, you never knows what's going on in the next side of the world. Everyone has a story. Great poem!
Hicks Avatar
January 4, 2015 at 12:20 AM
... and all experiencing the various chapters of life, all in due season. Happy you enjoyed my poem. This was simply what I felt after reading Ecclesiastes Three, just with rhyme and imagery added in...
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December 28, 2014 at 11:51 AM
truly powerful pen timothy i pray you had a great christmas wishing you a happy new year
Hicks Avatar
January 4, 2015 at 12:13 AM
I did have a great Christmas, thank you Liam. It's wasn't as big of a gathering as it normally is, but still good nonetheless.
Dietrich Avatar
December 14, 2014 at 11:33 AM
wow, this is REALLY GOOD, Timothy. One of the best I have read ALL DAY today, and that means more than 50!! A FAVE
Hicks Avatar
January 4, 2015 at 12:12 AM
Appreciate the fave, Andrea! You are so kind... glad you were moved by my words!
Manassian Avatar
December 14, 2014 at 5:05 AM
How Sublime...yes, for everything there is a time...a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing always gets to me...You have captured a time to be born and a time to die....Tim, this is one of your best, my dear. I'm enthralled.
Hicks Avatar
January 4, 2015 at 12:11 AM
Means a lot coming from you, Eileen! There is a lot of depth in that Chapter of Ecclesiastes... I simply added rhyme and imagery to it.
Petersen Potter Avatar
December 14, 2014 at 5:03 AM
Wow Tim! You said a lot of truth here I must say dear friend. Yes, sadly these are our earthly true facts all year round not just during the holiday season. I want to wish you a very Merry Christmas to you and your family! A 7 for you! :) Love and hugs!xxxxx D.
Hicks Avatar
January 4, 2015 at 12:10 AM
I'm a little late to the party, but hope you had a Merry Christmas (and New Year) as well! Humbled by the 7. For me, these words are more of a comfort than a sadness... a time and a place for everything, so rejoice in the moment.
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