Elegy

beano

Sleep then, sleep among the stars
Dream of those days when your words replaced myth
Where all that you breathed, became the just so.

You created the coiled mornings,
And infused dust-filled days, that led
To evenings replete with quiet contentment.

What is the purpose of a life without beauty?
What is the purpose of a life without duty?
What is the purpose of this oblivion?

If you understand it, it’s not 'it' you have understood
The gap between melody and each second tone -
Resides in an absence beyond language.

We know this place through faded recreations of creation
The tides wash away faces drawn in sand
Only light holds no appreciation, of time.

I meet ghosts who do not know they’re dead,
Who recite the poetry from the shade on the dial,
And know not from where, of a yet to come...

Of a wind that will blow dust from your throne,
And allow that cold magisterial, emptiness
To be filled again by your sublime sense of things.

  • Author: beano (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2023 04:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    Brilliant!
    '"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all.
    Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
    John Keats
    (I laud the Veracity
    imbued
    in your Beautiful poetry)
    'I meet ghosts who do not know they’re dead,
    Who recite the poetry from the shade on the dial,
    And know not from where, of a yet to come...

    Of a wind that will blow dust from your throne,'
    I bow to your superior talent



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