and now for a little Poetry !!!!

[Flaptail]

It's a description of a sunrise and the beginning of a new day to it's end. He uses an analogy of similarity of a flowers bloom, life then fading and dying to the sunrise of a new day and it's hue of color from first light's green blue glow to golden sky of sunrise to losing the last golden rays at days end.

It tells you how nothing however beautiful or valuable lasts for ever.

[Flaptail]

I wrote this one on the night of April 23rd 2007, after receiving the news that one of my employees, a good, smart young man with a lot of potential was killed in a motorcycle accident in Wareham.

I couldn't sleep so, as usual, I took up the pen to help me through.

WHO KNOWS WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS?

Who knows what tomorrow brings?
Rays of sun and warmer things,
Spring, it's newness in the air,
does us justice all most fair.

Where does one go when darkness falls?
Who seeks the means to spoil it all?
The cold green wave of sinister things,
Crashes upon us and sorrow brings.

The lives of many go so long,
for others though that road be gone.
And who is left to carry on,
shall rise and toil come the dawn.

Forget them not those that pass,
see the face of what was good.
A real heart is glass not flesh and blood
Lies cracked and broken, all emotions flood.

Is it fair or not I couldn't say
For no one knows what tomorrow brings
For tomorrow is just.......another day.

For Josh,

Steve Shiraka April 23rd, 2007

[Tagger]

Thats nice Flap .. alot of thought there..

[Tagger]

This is someone eles explanation of the Robert Frost poem, I kind of like ..
At first I thought it to be about the cycles in life, the changes. Maybe because I was an optimist, I wanted so badly to believe the gold could come back. Now though I think of life as going around once. The gold doesn’t reoccur with the seasons as I had once hoped. Because once you’ve lost the gold, lost the innocence the view you have on everything changes. Things become darker, because reality in its entirety has moments of bleakness. Once you’ve faded, once the gold is chipped there’s no going back. Blinders can’t take away what’s already been seen. In some respects I feel as if with the loss of my grandmother so young the gold has been peeled off of me. So I’ve tried to stay pure in the ways I can control. Who wouldn’t want to cling to gold? It’s hard in a world like this.

[Swimmer]

Originally Posted by Tagger

This is someone eles explanation of the Robert Frost poem, I kind of like ..
At first I thought it to be about the cycles in life, the changes. Maybe because I was an optimist, I wanted so badly to believe the gold could come back. Now though I think of life as going around once. The gold doesn’t reoccur with the seasons as I had once hoped. Because once you’ve lost the gold, lost the innocence the view you have on everything changes. Things become darker, because reality in its entirety has moments of bleakness. Once you’ve faded, once the gold is chipped there’s no going back. Blinders can’t take away what’s already been seen. In some respects I feel as if with the loss of my grandmother so young the gold has been peeled off of me. So I’ve tried to stay pure in the ways I can control. Who wouldn’t want to cling to gold? It’s hard in a world like this.

Interepting the written word is subjective. One mans understanding of and what a piece does for him can be different than the next. Its fun and exciting.