What be this life succumbed
By the harshness of seasons past,
Beheld in hearts not forgotten.
This day but a distant thought,
Muddled memories in the halls of time,
The stone tributary left.
Times natural erosion
By the harshness of seasons past,
Beheld in hearts not forgotten.
This day but a distant thought,
Muddled memories in the halls of time,
The stone tributary left.
Times natural erosion
Fractures the stone faced memoirs,
Etched with the counting of days.
Etched with the counting of days.
But what be the words still
To echo from the heavens in prose,
Laid upon the hearts of babes.
Yet to wonder what meaning dost hold
Within the soul of this one lost,
Brought forth to light the hereafter.
To echo from the heavens in prose,
Laid upon the hearts of babes.
Yet to wonder what meaning dost hold
Within the soul of this one lost,
Brought forth to light the hereafter.
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| Magpie Tales #38 |
I have linked this post to Magpie Tales photo prompt #38. Once again, thank you Willow for this wonderful venue given to us writers to share in.
39 comments:
Nice...
I love your work on this.. :)
A wonderful take on this photo prompt.
nice...old school phrasing...when my MIL passed away the words failed me for days until the moment i gave the funeral...
I really like the first 2 stanzas!
I wonder about your choice of 'memoirs'
we all work these differently- I think this
is worthy of tightening-no offense
intended- (my editing is relentless!)
Thanks.
I like the whole feel of the work! Thanks
Wordplay here is quite amazing. Nice Mag. Love and Light, Sender
This is truly beautiful every line and every word of hope....i love this one!
Brilliantly done....
This is a gorgeous piece. Well done. Very well done.
Beautiful prose.... "Muddled memories in the halls of time," great line just love it!
laid upon the hearts of babes..sad words- well written!
Very clever. Definitely well written.
I love the old fashion but timeless style you have chosen to express these sentiments, matching them so well to the photo inspiration.
elegant and eloquent.. well done poem! :)
My Magpie
Lovely
Moved along in deep essence. I really enjoyed this one.
This was really quite beautiful ... time definitely has a way of muddling memories. Nice Magpie
"muddled memories in the halls of time"
just love that. Brilliance
heartfelt words.
words count.
What an epic piece - I can imagine it being recited on the summit of a windswept mountain top..thanks for your vist..Jae
Thanks for sharing...
Happy monday...
Happy November.
This is an elegant poem. Your choice of somewhat formal language enriches the intensity.
I read this aloud and it is so beautiful but with just a hint of sadness. Lovely, very lovely!
I read this several times, each time unvieling a different layer...such beauty in your words.
beautiful! seasons of living and memories all flowing, one into another. what was and then now, only to begin again...
Thank you all for your kind words... it was challenging, but a fun piece to work on.
I have often thought about lessons that will hold timeless and the ones that are often contorted and which are which sometimes. It seems that a lot of sayings that are elder lessons have lost the strength of there meaning today (ie don't put the cart before the horse. early bird gets the worm. Riding on a gravy train with biscuit wheels, She makes good brown gravy.) Things get a little "muddled" with technology ...My best guess. Peace be with you.
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What be this life succumbed
By the harshness of seasons past,
Great write up!
Very well written and interesting piece.
Very sweet and I enjoyed your use of old Victorian words to convey the past... I liked it very much... thanks for sharing...
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Oh, so beautifully done!
Beautiful words and sentiment. This verse really touched me "This day but a distant thought,
Muddled memories in the halls of time,
The stone tributary left."
You've used some lovely vocabulary here to create a very moving image. Enjoyed reading it!
That was lovely Reflections. Hope to see more of you...
Yes, wonder one must!
I love the Shakespearean feel to this poem. "Beheld in hearts not forgotten" is a great line..this prompt was served well by you :)
I love the style. Simple words can work wonders.
Well written poem! It is simply beautiful...love the word choice
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Reading your words? Like stepping back to another time ~ so beautifully composed.
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