To build castles in your mind,
but never lay a single stone,
walk through valleys by words,
yet not venture forward with any step
is to die to the day without a wound,
dwelling in a coffin before reaper's reservation is filled.
All the pearls of promise lying in the mind
waiting fingers to gleam their shine,
but allowing them to lose their luster,
turning phantoms that haunt the hollows of the heart.
Tomorrow is the bed one will never sleeps
if today is not woven with teaming threads,
beating, feeling every sense and light,
inhaling the hour with zeal and pace,
heart pounding blood into moving muscles.
Hearing the sunrise song and dancing to its notes
aware it might not play tomorrow,
for no melody ever carries a promise to last past sunset,
and it will not sound quite the same on replay
as when one waltzes to its notes the first time.
Author notes
'Act, act in the living present--'
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This is line drawn from the poem
"A psalm of life" written by H .W.LONGFELLOW
A contest entry
- Act , act in the living present-- by Purush.
450 points, ended October 5, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A VERSE WITH FINE EXPRESSIONS
"Hearing the sunrise song and dancing to its notes
aware it might not play tomorrow,
for no melody ever carries a promise to last past sunset,
and it will not sound quite the same on replay
as when one waltzes to its notes the first time
aLL THE BEST IN MY CONTEST
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