Secrets in Oblivion
What wind can we in truth define
That shifts the sands but moves not time?
By what power we call divine
Could we in tendrilled waters creep?
The winds that whipers by a pine
And stirs its leaves but not the clouds.
The force that gave this life of thine
To silence, in eternal sleep.
2007-09-30
02:21:12
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Secrets in Oblivion
What wind can we in truth define
That shifts the sands but moves not time?
By what pow'r we call divine
Could we in tendrilled waters creep?
The winds that whiper by a pine
And stirs its leaves but not the clouds.
The force that gave this life of thine
To silence, in eternal sleep
2007-09-30
02:22:42 ·
update #1
Thank you for your comments. This really is an impromptu poem. I wrote it in 10 minutes as an experiment to determine the effectiveness of Y!Answers as a common place to develop my more troublesome stanzas. Thank you for all your compliments, here is what I've changed the poem to:
Secrets in Oblivion
What wind can we in truth define
That shifts the sands but moves not time?
And by what pow'r we call divine
Could we in tendrilled waters creep?
The winds that whiper by a pine
And stir the stars but not the clouds.
The force that gave this life of thine
To silence, in eternal sleep.
I was quite surprised that somebody was able to identify the question-answer format of this poem, which I thought appropriate for it is posted on Y!A. Thank you, and please continue to help me!
2007-09-30
23:09:50 ·
update #2
In response 3/10/2007
I do not wish my poem to be dark, I wish it be light. I am frankly terrified by the thought of a poem, an ultimate expression of humanity, becoming a manifestation of darkness!
At any rate, I already noticed the typographic error:
Secrets in Oblivion
What wind can we in truth define
That shifts the sands but moves not time?
And by what pow'r we call divine
Could we in tendrilled waters creep?
The winds that whisper by a pine
And stir the stars but not the clouds.
The force that gave this life of thine
To silence, in eternal sleep.
The winds are strong enough not to whimper. They embody life and in their living bring and carry life. I do not think oblivion dark. i think of it merely as a threshold. our questions cannot get past it, nor can answers come back from it. I hope what I have expressed could amount to at least a glimpse of these questions and answers.
2007-10-03
00:44:51 ·
update #3