Forum: Writers


Subject: Poem: Generations Past...

Ianfe opened this issue on Apr 20, 2003 ยท 7 posts


Ianfe posted Sun, 20 April 2003 at 11:13 PM

Generations past. Funny, How the pages dissolve in the damp time, And the ink washes off the writers breath: When the Dust of Ages Falls gently from our marching shoulders; To fall peacefully, As if without regrets, And Fills our treaded foot-tracks. These marks have barely time to exist. No records are left behind Beyond the dead silence of our brief memories. We walk blindly backwards, like beggars, Refusing to see what lies ahead. Our futures, behind us. Our pasts never straying our myopic sight. Not too many steps, then, Lie in the merging lines, We confuse remembrance with ignorance and still we stumble forward. Ian F. Brillembourg


Shoshanna posted Mon, 21 April 2003 at 11:32 PM

I rather like the idea that we breathe onto the page the words we write. Shanna :-)



tjames posted Tue, 22 April 2003 at 8:46 AM

It's not that our vision is necessarily myopic. We are so bombarded with simultaneously occuring events that our minds can't possibly process everything immediately. It's only when we dream that the mind tries to take memories and integrate them with current events to test possible futures.


Charmz posted Wed, 23 April 2003 at 5:21 PM

This is lovely and draws a vivid picture of the reality of those who live in the past. Very well done.


Crescent posted Wed, 23 April 2003 at 10:17 PM

Very nicely done. You have several lovely metaphors and turns of phrase in your poem.


Ianfe posted Thu, 24 April 2003 at 7:38 AM

Thanks, guys, for liking my poem. I'm touched.


A_ posted Sun, 04 May 2003 at 4:04 PM

Another beautiful poem, very vivid and flowing. I liked it. :)