Never curse the sun,
for one day
it will swallow us with red rage.
Do not encourage the inevitable end.
Never curse the moon,
for one day
it will fade into darkness.
Do not encourage the inevitable end.
Never curse the stars,
for one day
they will fall to us as rain.
Do not encourage the inevitable end.
Never curse those which make you
and break you
and have you
and hold you.
Why should the shadow of death
cover the light of light?
So listen to what I have told you.
Commentary
Technically, this is my first poem when I first started writing poetry, which was when I was fifteen years old. I say "technically" because I made substantial additions and edits a year or two later. I like the imagery and the use of language, but I don't think I could find a contemporary magazine interested in publishing it. It's tone is too didactic, if nothing else.