The Repatriation of Shards
What shall become of us now we
are broken ..
Two parts of one whole, with each
of our shards both
fragmented and torn, like twin pages
lifted and pulled,
from some ancient book perhaps ..
And although written
in tongues, now largely forgotten,
we might still be
remembered, in a few old prayers
whispered, or hushed
that echo, in and around, chapels
and churches, or those
heard, through thick dusty curtains,
of magnificent
mosques, temples and cathedrals ..
Yet still, we are
nothing, but a few bright coloured
splinters of glass ..
Desperate and aching for sunlight
to free us from
these redundant altars of rock, wood
and brass ..
Pray pin and replace us, high in those
lofty, vacant and hungry
stone mullioned windows, where we
have always belonged ..
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Author:
Neville (
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A mystical connection bridged by what we know and what was known however relegated to reliquaries, somewhere in forgetfulness clues sparkle under our very noses!
You got it too .. many thanks my friend .. Neville
Ahh the remnants of past glory now covered in dust, to be what we once were and be remembered, the aim of us all
Bless you ... Neville
Excellent write Nevilie
How kind Tony thank you .. Neville
You're welcome Neville
Powerful penning
a terrific poem!!,💯
Fantastic imagery
and captivating
word choices throughout! 👍
Much enjoyed my friend!🤩
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Many serious thank you's Thad .. very much appreciated sir .. Neville
Powerful work, my friend.
Thanks Thomas .. Neville
Once bright and shining as part of a stained-glass window high on the walls of a cathedral, now dark and graying, fallen and broken "shards." Sorry, but it happens and there is no going back. There are only memories of what was, which is all well and good, but it's better to keep on making new memories, together.
Lots of imagery here with "mullioned windows," "ancient book written in tongues," and "magnificent mosques, temples, and cathedrals." It all adds up to aging. I find it best to keep looking ahead.
LOL....This poem, to me, harkens to olden times to portray a life on the far side of the hill. Or, as the old saying goes, "Not to worry, you can still chase women.... Downhill.
I am so glad you squeezed that old saying in Phil .. makes the whole exercise much more worthwhile .. Neville
Your words evoke memories of English cathedrals which I love. One of my many inconsistencies would be that I have not a sliver of religiosity in me….
Thanks for the prompted recollection of visits past, Neville.
My untold pleasure Dave .. near made this old fella come over all unnecessary so ya did .. cheers .. oh' and I know exactly what you mean about those cathedrals .. I feel the same way .. Neville
Thay whole will be there Neville once we start talking to each other
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Andy
Mature dialogue is what sets us apart .. it fills the whole where the sound and the light get out .. Cheers
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