For All Time – Author Susan E. Birch

 

No quarter requested,

No quarter received.

No time,

Not even to search out a rhyme.

No time,

Only the hand, heart and mind

On this mad careening rush.

A brush with eternity

As the muse begs ‘one more push’.

No time to consider where it is going.

No time to reflect as words are flowing.

No time to count metre

Nor direct flow.

This child knows its purpose,

Knows where it must go.

It flows where it needs to

And twists where it must.

Rules left behind us,

Trampled in dust.

At last the child births

And its strangeness is a grace

Unlooked for, yet treasured

No matter its pace.

It fits not the pattern

Of rhythm, form or rhyme

Yet stands with integrity

As it is

For all Time.

 

© Susan E. Birch

Ancient Whispers

Excerpt from the book Ancient Whispers


Susan E. Birch About the Author

When Susan was eleven years old a teacher, knowing her love of Literature and History, gave her a copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare and a poetry anthology both of which changed her life.   When she opened the book of poetry it naturally fell open at a page on which was a poem called ‘The Cloths of Heaven’ by W.B. Yeats. She read it and was stunned as it was the first time words had actually drawn a picture in her mind.  Later, reading the book of Shakespeare, she found Sonnet 18’ and found the answer to why poets wrote poetry. From then on she was an avid reader of poetry and fell in love with the classical poets.

Visit Susan’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/susan-e.-birch-.html



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