Fountain Of Life Poem by Tom Billsborough
Fountain Of Life
Time is what you borrow.
Forget tomorrow. AndYesterday?
Why suck the sloes
Of your regrets and sorrows
And bow your head in penitence
Before the ornate altar.
You are clothed in only
What you think you are.
The naked is interior.
The flowing fountain
And the rippling water
Ripe with oxygen.
Here you must begin again
Through passive meditation.
The Gold is the head...-Time is what you borrow.- This shiny flow goes very well...through passive meditation :)
Yes, we are merely leaseholders but our power lies in the self, not possessions.
Passive meditation is the way to begin again? Do these final lines explain a shift in thinking in approach? The line, you are clothed in only what you think you are, strikes me as very thought provoking. Another quiet poem for today. Thanks for sharing Tom.
Loving the title... but to live in the moment not worry about what was or what might be on its way, the now is what counts, and if you don't like the now then change it. Annette ;)
That's good advice, Annette. I'm happy at the moment. Each day is fresh thanks to my little Muse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Now I have to look up Alexandrine, Professor Tom. You are very good at stretching PH members' grasp of other poetry forms. This is a very well-written piece.That first line is an absolute attention-grabber which is what we all need to do! Great job. I think I see Mr. Purry's feline influence here ;)
Yes, I think Mr P is claiming it! He's certainly a great guru. Strictly the Alexandrine is a six beat line. A typical example is Virgil's famous line. omnia vincit Amor et nos cedamus amori. Love conquers all and we must yield to love. Normally there is a caesura (or split) after the third beat. I tend to write three beat lines but it is very flexible, especially as you don't need to count the syllables, just the stresses. In one of Eliot's translations a line can have as much as 17 syllables! But it still sounds good.