Weariness and Age
Weariness and Age
Those Craftsmen on the Payroll of Time,
Have now set-up Home in the Rooms of the Soul,
And their authority duly begun.
For they Whisper their Creed,
On our disquiet they feed,
Thereby like ‘Atlas’ our ‘Autumn Days’ run.
Weariness and Age
Weariness and Age
The Coda that comes to us all.
How they torment and Press,
And to the Heart make it known,
Of the Grief and the Cost,
From the Souls we have lost,
And the Love that was unwaveringly shown.
Weariness and Age
Weariness And Age
The dusk after interminable day.
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Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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There is that sliver time between dusk and twilight, just when the light sensor can’t quite pick up the darkness and natural light is useless even to younger eyes… that’s the time of day kid rather not face; switching on the lights won’t do much at all until a bit later, so that’s a waste of effort and energy. It’s a time of listless and obscurity. Pity, because sunsets are so pretty. So one ends up being torn … good thing the night can come quickly, when it does…. That to me parallels the idea of weary agedness as perfectly transcribed into poem by your hand 🙏🏻🕊
Victor Hugo said Evening was ‘Neither Yes Or No’. I like that .
And you described Dusk in such a good way.
Just recently I’ve watched a ‘Murmuration’ of Starlings that happens before Dusk: Fascinating. Thank you for Reading and your insightful Comment
And thank you for augmenting my watch list!
From the souls we have lost- so true as we age, we lose more and more relatives and friends to the reaper.
The repetition works so well here Kevin to emphasize the passing of time.
Weariness and age, all at dusk. Time is running out like sand through an egg timer. I enjoyed reading you.
Yes so true, such is life. Thank you for your Comment and Reading.
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