Of Mortality and Poetry

Today I brought out a poem that I wrote earlier this year and hadn't thought about in quite a while.  I'll not give an explanation of it at present - I think it is sometimes best to encounter a piece of writing on your own first and plumb the depths of thought behind it at a later date.  Nevertheless, I hope you will read it and, perhaps, find something in it that resonates with you.    

+JMJ

Of Mortality and Poetry

By Caitlin Clancy

Copyright 2012

In silence spin we

Golden lays,

The web to hold

Our works and days; 

In senseless time,

Unspoken hour,

The fruits of minds

Burst forth and flower,

But moments pass

And then are gone –

And who are we

To linger on? 

So humble pass we,

Leaving lays,

For silent works

And golden days.