Ended.
Like a shuttle in lace-makers' fingers
the thread has flown, the bubble burst.
Time ended when sand that had lingered
trickled too fast as the hourglass upturned.
Like a ripple moving its last on the lake
the song is sung, that swan is now gone.
Ink dried when life was no more, forsaken
the poetry blurred and his versing was done.
Like a battle begun with known candour
the race was run while resilience lost hold
Hearts wept as acceptance waved final hand
and lines of his talented story were at last told.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2019 03:18
- Comment from author about the poem: A tribute to a much loved poet-friend who suddenly died a while ago.
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Comments5
So many stories strt at the end Fay
This is beautiful
A fine tribute Fay.
this is such an incredibly well crafted and poignant tribute to an an obviously much loved friend..... the fact they were a poet in their very own right, makes these words even more pertinent..... beautiful indeed and truly so......... Neville
A great tribute beautifully crafted.
Absolutely beautiful write and tribute Fay.
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