These are poems about time, poems about the process of maturation, poems about aging and growing old, poems about life's journey and its destination...
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day . . .
......
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he gaze at the stars or ponder the earth,
Reflect upon laughter and study our mirth?
Does he listen to sadness and notice our tears?
Does he grow wise with age, or age with the years?
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he seek to examine man’s rise from the clay,
Subject to inquiry the workings of day?
Is he familiar with science, attendant on art,
......
Once I did not think
I needed any shepherd.
Someone else to guide me
And take me in directions
I might not want to go.
I did not make the link
Between life and the absurd,
Attempting to stay free
And avoiding all reflections
......
You share your words, I cup my ears.
You shed your shell, I catch your tears.
When life goes awry, wisdom gives bliss.
I hold your face, forehead graced with kiss.
My words are calm, warm, and tranquil.
I'm gentle, understanding; tell me how you feel.
You're unburdened, cumbersome no more.
......
We like to carve our truths in stone
Intending them to stay unchanged
As monuments to our belief.
But just as stone can wear away
By wind or water over time,
So all the pressures of the day
Are to those monuments a thief,
And turn all verities to crime.
The love of life to man is like
The icing on a cake —
Its inside may be beautiful,
But icing’s all he’ll take.
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he gaze at the stars or ponder the earth,
Reflect upon laughter and study our mirth?
Does he listen to sadness and notice our tears?
Does he grow wise with age, or age with the years?
Who is the wisest of men?
Does he seek to examine man’s rise from the clay,
Subject to inquiry the workings of day?
Is he familiar with science, attendant on art,
......
We like to carve our truths in stone
Intending them to stay unchanged
As monuments to our belief.
But just as stone can wear away
By wind or water over time,
So all the pressures of the day
Are to those monuments a thief,
And turn all verities to crime.
Once I did not think
I needed any shepherd.
Someone else to guide me
And take me in directions
I might not want to go.
I did not make the link
Between life and the absurd,
Attempting to stay free
And avoiding all reflections
......
These are poems about time, poems about the process of maturation, poems about aging and growing old, poems about life's journey and its destination...
Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch
We are learning to fly
every day . . .
......