I have been sorting through my accumulated memorabilia collected over the years, now that I am moving into my new home. I found this poem, which I wrote at the age of 16. I thought you might like to read it!
Observed through the ages
You observe the time.
Flat-faced, you present yourself to the sun.
Your nose throws the rest of your face into shadow.
At sunrise, you are open, ready,
You have awaited the sun to give you life.
At midday, you are brilliant, lucid, clear.
Stone no longer, but living tradition.
At sunset, face full of mystery,
You shroud yourself and die for the evening.
It’s amazing this poem darling, it’s one of my favourites and because I have seen it scribbled down on a piece of paper it makes it even more poignant. xxx
Thank you my love!
WOW at 16, this was amazing. Thank you.
Thanks Carol! I admit I was quite surprised by my own eloquence and maturity of thought at that age!
Lovely Caro! So you’ve been writing poetry for a decade or more, eh? 😉
Much more than a decade!
Aged like a sundial…
Aged, certainly!
Great poem! I can’t believe that you wrote in at 16. It hasn’t aged at all!
Hard, huh? But it had the date on it!
That is one of the most incredible poems from a mere 16 year old I have ever read. I am speechless and that doesn’t happen much.
Thank you so much for your comment. I admit to being pretty astonished myself when I found it! I found another which I will post in a day or two as well.
Love this, it’s like a perfect allegory of life. 🙂
Thanks so much!
Your talent started at a very young age. Beautiful poem. You should feel very proud.
Thanks Suerae, kind of you to say so.
Where do I start. First of all an amazing poem. One that works well for me because I can “see” all the imagery and the words and images all make sense. Second of all it’s relevance regardless of age. And finding it again what 10-20 years later 🙂 What a wonderful and meaningful find. So glad you shared it.
Thank you so much. Yes, the find was a pleasant surprise!