A DARKSOME PLACE
A darksome, dank, unbreathing place
where angels feet no longer tread
and rushes stand to cut the stars
reflected in a silent pool
soon lost among the lily leaves.
As ghost bells chime the future falls
way back beyond the start of time.
In this domain she lies upon
a bed of rushes, reeds, and grass
her aging limbs exhausted now
and to this world in sultry tones
she mouths her last goodbye.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Wonderful emotive words Michael.
Love the artwork.
Andy
Thanks andy,
Good write and pic M.
Yep, if not Miss Berles last days, it's KP's last days! Her current days in fact, from where she has joined The Old Trout Club. lol.
No miss bereles will go as long as syllables don't go into extinction.
Haunting picture, haunting poem. I haven't been back for a long time and you changed a lot! But I love it!
Good to see you back Fred. One from my darker side.
A haunt of a write Mike and so realistic it sent shivers to stay long after the read
Hope you're feeling a bit warmer now Fay lol
Brilliant!!!
in another life
I would start saving, from birth
to collect all your Art..
I could spend years
getting, lost-in
and trying to find
my, way out-off
this wondrously mesmeric, artwork
and probably end up
with like an entire collection
of poetry, from my journey..
you're so talented, Michael
thanks for choosing to share
And you're far too kind - if ever you fancy one of my paintings just let me know - it won't be a collection but a taster.
how very kind!
Wow Michael, I love how connected we were with our posts today. I also wrote about aging and the inevitable. I literally adore this piece, the way your paintings always aptly illustrate your poems are also such a nice added touch. I sense this sensation.
Thanks Rocky - just working my way through todays postings and haven't reached yours yet - looking forward to the read.
Who is she? Oh so many choices. Is she goodness, democracy, civility, or Mankind herself? Fantastic artwork, great poem depicting the sad state of this world. Loved it, - Phil A.
Thanks Phil - missed you but good to see ou on the site again. I wish I knew who she is - answers on a postcard.
Wow. A haunting piece. And the artwork too. Wonderful.
Thanks R
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