[fish hawk]

THE RIBBON OF TIME

The evening wind has rustled leaves
And sleeping poets rise to wishing stars
They center the mind and roll up their sleeves
Connecting the engine to caboose with cars

Each car is a poem each poem long traveled
The train rambles on and into the night
Each heartache each passion the poet unraveled
Through dark of the tunnel and into the light

Wrenched from the fog of an old memory
Torn from the tablets of time
Fondled with love, as well they should be
And tied with the ribbon of rhyme.

[fish hawk]

I NEVER CLIMBED A MOUNTAIN

I have never experienced the elation
of reaching the top of the mountain
nor the thrill of winning a race
money befuddles me and slips 
through my fingers
I never went to college
and I've never been to war
but I have experienced: 
the anxiety, the pain, the anger,
the frustration, the laughter,
the joy, the ecstasy, and the 
pure pleasure of being in love
I think I shall not miss the rest.

[JustAmy]

"The Ribbon of Time". Beautiful.
Thank you, Fish Hawk for sharing this with us.

I'm going to save a copy and may surprise you with it someday.

Have a Wonderful Hawaiian Monday.

[jaycee]

I loved your poem, fish hawk!

[La Enchiladita]

Another WOW!

[OESY]

I agree with Dita, this poem is first class, Fish Hawk. I must have missed on my first pass.

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