Robert Ludden Poet Free verse

Two Poems

Down Through Centuries...of No thing at All

For that to burn, of what within
that might exist, awaiting that
which rules and keeps me long at bay.

To feel,
to sigh,
to die; I do not know 
the lesser life of zeal.
It is the stuff of peace,
and at the last, I might wish it there.

And then to share?
No wonder we are here.  
what would we dare to shout
before we learn to sing?
       ~

      Something that will Not Be Finished

See, here are my toys, scattered
all over the floor and
I still hear them, speaking,
though now I must give them life;
they are my tools, yet tell me
they are blessed--

Of course their creed is all of ours,
for creativity is of the earth
and of its steady stream.
      ~

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Eileen Manassian December 30, 2014 at 11:35 AM Would we dare to shout before we learn to sing? I suppose we sometimes do....Jump ahead of ourselves. This is a lovely poem of reflection...The second one leaves me with questions....I must ponder more. Robert Ludden December 30, 2014 at 12:01 PM leaves me with questions, too, dear one. It's not worth too much pondering. :-)