DESERTED NOW
The burning light of summer sun
its fire-light fingers reach between
the shed door slats and delve the dark
where knots of matted web are spun
unseen by sun blind eyes.
Deserted now no more the sounds
of men in sheds
who cared the grounds
and left behind the roses.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Wonderful words Michael.
Love the artwork, there is something that always stirs me when art is created showing a framed part of natures glory.
Andy
Thanks Andy and for your kind words about my watercolour vignette - done to a photo I posted as as this weeks challenge to our Art Club members.
A watercolour of creative intrigue Michael and it sets the scene so well for the words. One read of the verse had me near tears - - its poignant flow and pace of each line is just perfect - - one of your best in humble opinion my friend and a fave for sure.
Oh thank you Fay - that is praise indeed and thank you again for considering it worthy of your faves. I so much appreciate your visit.
Good write and pic M.
I know a couple of con men who stopped me (reported to police now). Supposed gardeners, driving about with an empty truck! No equipment, and no name on the truck.
Around here gardeners are mong the few who haven't stopped working - and they are all as brown as a nut.
ANGELA HERE - Good Morning Uncle Mike - Welcome back we have missed your artwork and your words of wisdom which makes you a very precious & unique contributer to this site. In a time of Universal Pandemic *change & decay in all around we see !* It is salutary when an oft castigatesd *Rags to Riches* England Fooballer like Man Us RASHFORD takes the Government to task in respect of support for Children on *Free School Meals* being given support during the *School Holidays*. The *Beautiful Outcome* is that RASHFORD won and the Government reversed its Policy ! As with CAPTAIN TOM - It just takes One Man / Woman to reverse selfishness & restore ALTRUISM !
Thanks for your pic & poem ~ it has given me new strength to CARPE DIEM !
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Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
Love ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🤍💙
Ah bless you - you are far too kind. yes there are some to admire like Captain Tom, Marcus R and the guy who saved the demonstrator from more beating. the world is not entirly populated by the self obsessed.
Such an atmospheric write sir! A reminder of what outlasts our human working span. We are not all Capability Brown who also would attract matted web were it not for continued labours.
Really like this piece M.E. and it is a must for my favourites.
I'm indebted to you - you're a true gent. I'll post a picture of my own garden with my next posting.
As always Michael, you bless the page with words and artwork that amaze the viewer.
I am just sorry that I can't find enough time to write more - thanks - you're a true gent.
Time can be elusive, but we all do our best, and you sir are no exception. What you do with your time is a gift to us all. ; )
Let me add some more praise upon this poem and artwork. "Fire-light fingers," is brilliant, no pun intended. Now, I too must save this to fav.
I love the coloration of your art piece.- Phil A.
Thanks Phil - so much appreciated.
Michael,
Your artwork, complemented by your poem, is extraordinary. Definitely one of my favorites.
Bravo Maestro!
Laura
Always grateful dear Laura.
When I pass by a deserted place or a ruin, my mind wanders off to its glorious past, and I am lost to reality. Your words capture that and your art brings it back to life.
Such kind words - thank you Suresh.
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