Mark Norton Poet I do not know?

Though Minutes Fly

Solitude be damned to a final emotion 
 When we are puzzled by the mystery of life,
Inspired by misgivings in a distant memory 
 Touched by thought and opinion   

Contemplate the meaning of passion and want     
 When the sun escapes to darkness,
And presumed is the want for wisdom possessed 
 Here in a shadows conviction; 
Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices

Let the mind accept what our eyes imagine, 
 Until the solitude of inspiration is lost,
For meanings we gathered are soon forgotten
  Here in the specter of thought
 
But oh to death is our journey bound    
 Down a road to kingdom come, 
Where all is held to the quiet of its end 
 And judged by the silence within;
Until the loudest sound came from quiet voices

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Joseph Sergi December 11, 2013 at 5:58 PM Mark WOW your perspective on life and it's road to death is very moving I think I will add this one to my fav's

Poet Destroyer A November 20, 2013 at 10:23 PM Hi Mark, wow... I like that.. Death, is just the final emotion... I have a line of an old poem. "Eternal death, my logical component" hahah.... I guess now, I'm the one wondering what exactly was on your mind when writing this poem. By the looks of it. The trumpet playing sounds like my sentencing. I'm hoping the journey and memories of my life are embraced by grace and not truly forgotten. ((Just the bad emotions in which I hope are the only end)) epic poem... xox~ LINDA