SEVERED THREADS
Waters iced and frost hoared fields
beneath a silvered twilight sky
that stealed in through the window panes
where warming firelight gently played
upon the clock declaring time.
As quiet of the night closed in
cloud shadows passed like moving ghosts
her hair turned grey by frosts of time
as undisturbed her spirit left
the severed threads of life no more.
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Michael Edwards (
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The painting is a large piece recently completed and still to be framed - acrylic on board.
What a wonderfully emotive poem Michael.
That painting is special as well - love it!
Thanks so much Andy - just spotted that the word 'the' was left out in Line 3 so have corrected it for the sake of metre. Pleased you like the painting - I call it Beyondness after the John Barry piece - I do like these minimalist works - it's about 30ins square.
So Mark Rothko has risen in you. I like his work, in the conference room of the last place I worked there was a print of his Orange and Yellow on one of the walls. When we left that building for a new one, i manged to save that print and my daughter had it - it has now been lost in time, such a shame.
A fine write and pic Michael. You wearing out? (or is someone?). You gone all frayed round the edges? A worn-out carpet? Are bits of you falling off? (if so, which bits? swoon).
I should be falling to bits, seeing as I'm as old as at least 1066!
I'm wearing out - or at least I'm feeling as if I am. Pain has kicked in today (as I expected) so having to resort to pain killers but should start to improve towards the end of the week. In the meantime my unmentionables and looking black and blue. Tell Fido to look away!
I thought you were already quite old in 1066 - at least 10.
Ah yes, I must have been at least 10 to have been in the battle. So I was born before 1066. Best wishes as you recover.
Thanks for this one (PIC & POEM) Uncle Mike. I love abstract & minimalist Art : always (for me) very evocative. Us Ladies live in a 'Throwaway Charity Shop Bubble' so clothes never get really old anymore : even our Grannies wear Jeans and T-Shirts which say GROWING OLD DISGRACEFULLY ! I like the metaphor in your elegant Poem of us growing OLD like the Severed Threads in a much worn and loved Garment : AMEN ! Please check todays Poem : Blessings & Love from Auckland ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡
Lovely comment Angela - thanks as always
This is beautiful and sad Michael but I am very relieved...... I thought maybe your new stitches has severed...........
No I'm stuck with the stitches until Friday next week. Thanks muchly Laura.
"had' severed...... typo
Touching write Michael
Glad your'e o n the mend
Better still today Andrew - thanks for your wishes
The poetry of a peaceful passing into whatever follows.
Oh that we all may meet the great unknown with such poetic grace.
There is no sadness evoked within your words, but the beauty of this time of life's completion is radiant.
Ah thanks - a lovely comment.
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