"The Course of Empire - Desolation" by Thomas Cole‘The Winds of Time’ by David Paul Behrens The Society September 26, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 17 Comments The winds of time will cease to blow, The shining moon will cease to glow, As history comes to an end; Eternity waits ’round the bend. The books and minds of all mankind Will over time, be left behind. What we find important today Will soon not matter anyway. Here today and gone tomorrow, There’s no time to dwell on sorrow. Just look beyond the pain and fear; The stormy skies will soon be clear. The great beyond is looming near. Eternity will shed no tear. For when the nearest star burns out, All earthly cares will end, no doubt. So rise above your petty feuds! Know that eternity includes The here and now, all things before, And everything forevermore. After fifty thousand miles and five years as a hitchhiker, living on the road and streets in towns and cities across America, David Paul Behrens followed with a career as an over the road dispatcher in the trucking industry. He is now retired and living in La Verne, California. His website is davidpaulbehrens.com. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. 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Reply Peter Hartley September 26, 2020 I like the last three lines particularly, a good summing up of a simple theme well told, of the ephemeral nature of time and morals to be drawn from it. Another stray apostrophe for Evan to hoover up on line four, I think, as round stands on its own. I was going to write more but my I-pad is playing up so I’ll just say well done. Reply David Paul Behrens September 26, 2020 Thanks, Peter. Joe Tessitore September 26, 2020 I like the poem, but let me go out on a limb and take issue with “petty feuds”. We are called to love our enemies, but not to delude ourselves into thinking that our enemies are not intent on destroying us. As Father Rutler says “This is the fight of our lives “. Reply Yael September 26, 2020 Joe, with all due respect and with no intent to offend you at all, that’s way out on a limb alright, this issue you are taking. The words “love, enemies, intent, destroying us, Father Rutler, fight, of our lives” are not contained in the above poem at all. Therefore the author cannot be conflating any of those words or concepts with the term “petty feuds” which he chose to use. I think it’s safe to say that when he says “petty feuds” he means just what that term entails in its truest sense, and nothing of what you are trying to read into it. Reply David Paul Behrens September 26, 2020 Good for you, Joe! Don’t give up the ship! The point of this poem though, is that eventually there will no longer be any ships. But, have at it! Reply Yael September 26, 2020 Very nice poem, good job! The rhyming is enjoyable to me in this poem because it sounds natural for the most part. The stream of thought of the message conveyed did not get mangled by the need to force a rhyme at all cost. It’s a pleasure to read, thank you. Reply David Paul Behrens September 26, 2020 Thank you, Yael, for your compliments and commentary. Reply Jeff Eardley September 26, 2020 David, on a bad news day here in England (students locked down in their halls of residence, a well-thought of police officer shot dead in his own police station, weather cold, dark) I turned to SCP for some well-needed light relief. Oh dear…I am sure the nearest star has another 2.25 billion years left and that the shining moon will be topping up Werewolves for some time yet, and that one day this virus will be a bad memory. However, loved reading it and look forward to hearing about the 50,000 miles on the road. As the great Oscar Wilde (or was it Monty Python) once said, “There is only one thing worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about” Reply David Paul Behrens September 26, 2020 Thank you, Jeff. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant September 27, 2020 A sagacious message wrapped up in an adeptly crafted poem that romps along smoothly with its message of faith and hope. I particularly like the penultimate stanza, with “For when the nearest star burns out,/All earthly cares will end, no doubt.” being my favorite lines. Thank you, David. Reply David Paul Behrens September 27, 2020 Thank you, Susan. Reply E. V. Wyler September 28, 2020 This poem is a great way to start one’s day, especially if one is having a series of challenging days. I’m going to forward this one to people who will REALLY appreciate these soothing words. Thank you for these sentiments! Reply David Paul Behrens September 28, 2020 You are quite welcome, E.V., and thank you for your comment. Reply C.B. Anderson September 28, 2020 Your fine poem, David Paul, could have been titled “Memento Mori”, but, for the sake of my two granddaughters, I could use a slightly more optimistic outlook. Never mind. You tell it as it is, and reality is all that any generation can or should expect to face. In this poem, as in poems you have posted in the past, I notice a tendency toward cosmic themes. You ask more questions than anyone can answer, and, dammit, I like this kind of stuff. For the record, I stuck my own thumb out over thousands of miles, but nothing like your own tally. When hitchhiking, one is always struck simultaneously by how far places are from each other and how close together they are. Your poems often express paradoxes such as this, and I would like to read more of them. Reply David Paul Behrens September 29, 2020 Thank you very much, Mr. Anderson. I am proud to receive your interest and approval. Reply David Paul Behrens September 29, 2020 As an afterthought, this poem steps back from the cosmic microscope to take an objective view of the bigger picture, and to convey that the purpose of life is to enjoy it. Otherwise, it is a waste of time. Reply Leave a Reply to Peter Hartley Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. 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