There were
shadows
where roses
would cut deep
with their their thorn
the still peace
was unbroken
for the games
on the lawn
First prizes
in awnings
had still miles
to be run
whilst the sun
unrelenting
gazed o'er
everyone.
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dusk arising (
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the ability to convey such wistfulness is rarely encountered in so few words ..
read with a smile that'll likely last until my mid morning coffee .. N
A scene of mid-summer where games never cease and yet I have a feeling there;s a much deeper meaning to these poignant lines . dear Dusk.
Maybe, as we run the race of life we never really knowing what awaits us, but we keep going no matter what. You really made me think, and I like that very much.
I thought this was a great write..well written and descriptive. well done..
Felt a sadness in this fine writing, Dusk. Or maybe it's just me.
A snapshot frozen in time. This also evokes something far deeper, a feeling spiritual, if you would. The sun is often used as a representation of a greater power (not necessarily religious) but an archetype if you would. Those final lines leave me wondering if that archetypal image gives that feeling that the race is not over and is still being observed at a higher level.
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