End Of Time Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken
End Of Time
It was on the lonesome walks of my yesterdays
.....That absolute reckoning blazed 'cross my eyes
..........So near to the RIVER of CIRCUMSTANCES
...............That i tiptoed & found refuge under clear blue skies.
I measured 'TIME' by the trees & their seemingly timeless trunks
.....Counting all of their rings
..........The 'IMPRESSIONS' made in the bark of this day
...............Has proven that 'TIME' does, indeed, have wings.
Yet, it was on the lonesome walks of my yesterdays
.....Where 'REALITY' had awakened my very being
..........And in so doing, almost magically
............... I could NOT BELIEVE what i was actually seeing.
The RIVER of CIRCUMSTANCES was ever rising
.....Over it's 'banks' flooding everywhere under 'forlorn' skies
..........No refuge could be found upon this day
...............As 'TIME' was saying - it's final goodbyes.
By, Theodora Onken
June 27, 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:48:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a very troubling poem, my dear Theo...... No refuge could be found upon this day ...............As 'TIME' was saying - it's final goodbyes. That is powerful writing, something that is inherent in your poems, but this poem absolutely ACHES. Pieces of you are strewn around that river bank and that is what I find frightening. You are usually the voice of the warrior at odds with the ills going on around you. Even if it is the end of times, I do not think you would lament. So what's up, my dear Theo? I feel I must have missed something which these days is entirely possible.