Geremia

Oct 29, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

PROGENY: THE DYING GLOW

PROGENY:

THE DYING GLOW

I am the progeny

The seed of many

Before me

I carry in my blood.

I am the child of someone

And from her womb I came

A reflected spark of generations

Different yet the same.

I was loved by someone

From birth to death

The special one.

Now I see in me that dying glow

I know well

I’ve watched it grow

In all of them.

Giving way to others

Their time and space.

Leaving only silence in their place.

— Geremia, Oct 29, 2009

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Country/Region: USA

Critiques

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Joe

My dear friend there are no profound words I can come up with to comment on this write this is another,you have sheerly draped in sadness but glowing in the words is your heart ... beautiful ... love and hugs Jayne x x

Geremia

16 years 7 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you, my Jayne....

Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

“…when it agrees with

"...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha I shall let Buddha speak for me, Longo. Love & Light, Anna

Geremia

16 years 7 months ago

Hmmm....

J.B. Longo-Geremia Yet, "The heart has its reasons that reason cannot understand" [Pierre Corneille, CHIMENE] Grazie Anna.

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

The seal of authenticity and noble birth.

It is again in your very own style with echoes from earlier poems, as you do, echoes of both feelings and expressions giving your poems the individual mark of being yours, the seal of the Geremia's, the seal of authenticity and noble birth. I also like the rhythm of it, and feel as if you are doing a slow dance, like some kind of dirge to immortality, the sombre tune throbs on in your organs and carries with them the colours different yet the same, your veins the family tree of this life's unspoken creed, ever marching on until the last trumpet blows and you are gone. Youve seen this before n'est pas? Love from your Annuccia, Longobardolino.

lyz

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Longo

These words are written in a sad yet peaceful mode. I feel the pain in this but I also feel that there is calmness in these words. You are a beautiful writer, and I wish you all that the best wishes could offer. I hear you dear man, and all the love across the sea, we send. Love to you and yours, Lyz. XXX

Geremia

16 years 7 months ago

J.B. Longo-GeremiaThank you,

J.B. Longo-Geremia Thank you, my Lyz, oceans away. Today I will post a write that may shock, but it's all part of life.:) Joe

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

And you DID and bravo for that!!

Oh life is still exciting, we are not old or on the shelf we are still young inside the self we have still got that certain charm it cannot do us any harm to kick our legs and show a thigh I think you're feeling on a high so dance for us----no I'm not going to rhyme that as you think!!! for you and I and all the rest of us right here we're happy made for you my dear. Dear Longobardolino, Annuccia.