Nero CaroZiv

Is It Possible? Is It True? - Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Is It Possible? Is It True?
That I would walk again under my childhood sky hues
I would run in ancient fields, and re-live again those innocent walks
And I see the rising sun with birds in the skies and the circling hawks

Is it possible? Is it true?
That there would ever come days of plain and gentle childhood
And I will play in the field, and it will be an innocent walk.
And my feet on the medic small leaves will be gently caressing in a shady wood
And sweet will be the stings, when I am re-stung by the rye broken stalks!

Is it possible? Is it true?
That I rush again brushing ankle-high in a sea of flowers
And I hear the wind behind playing in thousands waves of golden wheat
And I be free from rebuke, admonision and chide and I breath with nostrils wide the field sweet
As the cows thick with milk and the buzzing bees honey my child hour

Is it possible? Is it true?
That the same drizzle will catch me in pounding raindrops
On my shoulders, my breast and my neck, as I raise my head to the clouds ups
I will walk again the wet field, and the soft pure silence will fill me as it has been
As does light in a dark cloud rim, and I will breathe the furrows in breaths calm and clean

Is it possible? Is it true?
That tranquility and calm will extend within me, as newly bred
As a ray of dusk breaks through the edge of a dark cloud
And I will be free from scalp to sole of any background echoing doubt
Like a bird in the sky my soul will fly without a dread

Is it possible? Is it true?
That the pond golden mirror will show me the sun up above,
And once more all the things will be amiable as any child would care
And once more I will feel love – yes, I will, yes the natural given love
Never hurt by the blazing inferno of fires fed by horrors too awful to bare,

Is it possible? Is it true?

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Comments about Is It Possible? Is It True? by Nero CaroZiv

  • Silver Star - 4,048 Points Kevin Patrick (9/29/2015 8:17:00 PM)

    Sometimes I am lazy and read works without commenting, but I had to log on to say this is a heartwarming poem that really gets to me and really touches me on a personal level, childhood was not a pleasant time for me and I would never like to relive it but their is an innocence and magic about being a kid that the cynicism of adulthood ruins. Every line here is perfection it dazzles with a magic and whimsy. Awesome stuff! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 3, 2013

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