Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Time

Dead ye lie
dead ye rot --
human thy lot

Dead ye rest
dead ye soar -- 
spirit on a weightless
tour

as all sought
little man will find -- 
whether earth or sea
a puzzle of clouds,
highlighted edges
joining

stars above
our distance measures

Time, alone, decides

if lifeless waste~ or eternally

evolving heartfelt treasures...

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Mystic Rose Rose May 7, 2025 at 6:55 PM May your stars always be aligned Joe, and time forever on your side :) Joseph P. DiMino May 8, 2025 at 3:16 AM Thank you, Vie; and blessings to you also my friend. Have a beautiful day!

Andrea Dietrich May 7, 2025 at 4:48 PM Love this. For me, it soars Joseph P. DiMino May 8, 2025 at 3:16 AM Thank you, Andrea; not too close to the sun though...I've tried that:) Blessings my friend.

Valsa George May 7, 2025 at 5:08 AM Though our body may rot, our spirit will soar to eternity where time never counts. That's what I believe. Profound and deep broodings on life. The poem made me think.... Joseph P. DiMino May 7, 2025 at 6:48 AM I believe as you do -- not blind faith, for God speaks to us directly when we learn how to listen. Thank you, Valsa -- a very inspiring comment.

Victor Buhagiar May 7, 2025 at 2:30 AM Time is such an interesting subject. I've been too lazy to write on on the subject, although I take a different path. Your poem is so deep. You did well. Joseph P. DiMino May 7, 2025 at 6:50 AM Hi Victor; like I often say, I have no definitive answers -- just writing to inspire conversation. Blessings my friend.

Anne-Lise Andresen May 6, 2025 at 1:23 AM - A deep poem, Joe - hugs Joseph P. DiMino May 6, 2025 at 5:45 AM Hi Anne; was not happy with ending...so just changed it...hoping an improvement.

Gershon Wolf May 5, 2025 at 2:50 PM 'Dead ye lie, Dead ye rot.' The lilt of these six words is mesmerizing, Joe... I smell the blood of a Palestinian ~ gw Joseph P. DiMino May 6, 2025 at 5:06 AM We pray for peace. Thank you, Gershon -- all sides must want it. Tragic what is going on in Ukraine as well. Iran has put a target on their nuclear projects...and rightfully so.

Ink Empress May 5, 2025 at 11:56 AM What a deeply moving and intriguing write this is dear Joe, your opening lines are so poetic and got me hooked to read more, i really felt " stars above may be our distant measures" so true and the ending too hits deep! Pleasure reading your poem today! Sending you light always Joseph P. DiMino May 5, 2025 at 1:38 PM Thank you, Empress; a fun write -- not really morbid...just exploring different dimensions in my own offbeat way. Blessings my friend. Have a beautiful day!

Lin Lane May 5, 2025 at 10:59 AM Death is man's lot... difficult to think of the rot but soaring in spirit would definitely be a pleasure. An episode in the life and death... nicely written, Joe. Joseph P. DiMino May 5, 2025 at 1:39 PM Hi Lin; good to see you. Soaring it is then...your order is in. What we declare we will have. Blessings my friend.

Kim Rodrigues May 5, 2025 at 8:55 AM Love your “dead ye” lines! I could see these being quoted in a movie! Joseph P. DiMino May 5, 2025 at 9:06 AM Hi Kim; just a head-full of words against the wall...writers write, whether they have something to say, or regardless:)) Always fun.