The Beginning Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

The Beginning



Thefingerbeckonseverygirlandboy.
Calls them to skip through carefree childhood joy,
throughhalcyondaysofadolescentbliss.
Themysteryofthefirstsweetteenagekiss,
pushingthemfirmlytothemarriagebed,
speedingalongtoseetheirchildrenwed.
Proddingandpokinggapsinteethandhair
tillfeebleframeisusheredintocare.
Thefingerturnsandthenbecomesahand
thatflicksawaythefinalgrainsofsand.
Thepalmupturnstoclaimlife'sfinaltithe
thenraisesupthefistthatholdsthescythe
and in the final moments of that hour.
We face at last the mystery of God's power

Friday, July 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophy
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
We all have to start somewhere. Our journey inevitably ends at the same place, no matter what your creed or colour.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Rickell 17 August 2015

A fine poem optimism presented in present tense throughout. free of simile

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John Rickell 17 August 2015

A fine poem.I enjoyed the present tense throughout

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