Whirl-fire (Photo credit: Loving Earth)
Where the fire of our youth, the stretch
and yearning that inspired?
Where the dreams and ambitions
which unearthed our cherished selves?
Where the belief that all was possible,
anything reachable, to us
Despite the failure of former generations
we would rise, not Icarus
but glorious
and be the sun not vanquished by it
Where the ardour, where the ire,
where the fire?
Just as bodies yield to entropy,
the universe to its own sweet death,
so age robs us of this passion
with every slowing reducing breath
Sinews that stretched beyond old limits,
races run for better times,
youthful folly, perhaps, but mighty
imagined mountains there to climb
Where the joy of just imagining,
where the hope that ignorance feeds?
Gone to dust now on the pyre
When we find we burn like others
and our hearts at last, prove liars
Where the fire?
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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Not everything consumed by fire is worth saving.
That’s true, thanks for commenting!! 🙂 🙂
Kind of scary that the longer we go without working toward a passionate dream, the more it fades away or turns sour.
True, thanks for commenting Charles!! 🙂 🙂
Beautiful, and great photo you chose to go with it as well.
Thanks Ionia!!! 🙂 🙂
Entropy; more physics in your poetry. “Poetrisics”; I like it. 🙂
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Very moving, Helen.
Thanks so much Patti!! 🙂 🙂
Love!!! I have spent a lot of time pondering over this very same issue. I gave up writing poetry for a very long time and really I always wrote in cycles just when inspiration was at critical mass. Now that I have started writing regularly and challenging myself I am feeling that youthful passion again, for the first time in years I feel purposeful and not totally dead. I think we grow up and we become roles; employee, mother, wife, friend and we forget to explore our own psyches. We become practical and subdued and passive aggressive. I think we should give ourselves a little time to roll around in the dirt 😛
Very true, I totally agree! Let’s not lose the youthful dreams, otherwise life just becomes one day after another… 🙂
I get to the point of giving up so often. Something keeps me going, though…whatever it is, I am thankful for it. I loved this, Sis!! You are amazing! xxxx 🙂
Thanks Skye, and here’s cheers to the light within that keeps on shining!! : 🙂