We probe an empty shell that has no smell, a leaf that has dried
A pillar that fell, a dry well, all to see what lays inside
A fragment of bone, fossil in stone, coral left by the tide
A pottery shard, a papyrus discard meaning implied
Words of the dead, wisdom once said, while others the truth denied
Echoes of the past, prints that last, old memories that have died
What was before is nothing anymore, in dead myth they hide
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I am thinking on this one, I am not sure of the real meaning of the write. my first thought is off today everything that has gone before is irrelevant and means nothing to people in the modern world, as we are only interested in the now, anyway I still enjoyed the read
Thank you Tobani for your read and take on this poem it is in its vagueness that its meaning lies. I love your take on this and indeed that is part of it. Thanks so much for the read my friend it is most appreciated.
You are very welcome
They are poets who keep within themselves the wisdom of ancient knowledge .
A most insightful view my friend. Thank you for your read and understanding comment. I appreciate your support and encouragement
Your poem posed a considerable challenge, requiring five readings to grasp its nuances. While I'm still slightly uncertain, I think I've gained a reasonable understanding. The early morning hour may not be ideal for tackling intricate literary twists. Your poem explores the concept of loss and the remnants of the past, suggesting that what once held significance has transformed into mere echoes or artifacts. You seem to reflect on the idea that history, wisdom, and memories can fade into obscurity, ultimately becoming "nothing anymore," delving into the remains of the past—physical objects like bones, pottery, and papyrus—symbolizing the remnants of knowledge and experience that you once had meaning. The imagery evokes in me a sense of nostalgia and the inevitability of time erasing the importance of what once was.
Thank you Friendship this is indeed one layer of this multilayered poem and reveals a deep understanding of one facet of its meaning. I thank you so much for your time and patience uncovering this buried portion.
You're so welcome, Soren. Excellent point, my friend. Despite the challenge, I remained determined and committed.
the marriage between title and main body here is seamless .. and stands out a mile .. the rest is history if my memory serves write .. enjoyed much ..
Thank you Neville for your read and understanding of the connection of the two. Your words of support are most valued my friend
That’s hauntingly beautiful poem is rich in imagery and layered with melancholy. It reads like an archaeological excavation of time itself, where each line delicately uncovers a relic of a world lost, forgotten, or abandoned. It evokes the tension between what once was and what now remains, hinting at the futility of searching for life in bones and meaning in silence.
Thank you Cryptic a true archeologist you have uncovered another layer of this poem hidden beneath the dust of words. It is most appreciated my friend
Most welcome dear Soren 🕊️🙏🏻
Good write SB.
Thank you Orchi it is appreciated.
I give KP nothing for her dinners - nothing except, sewage, rubbish, etc. You'll be in the Acknowledgements of the recipe book I'm writing for her. lol.
Nothing is a light meal
Powerful.
Thank you so much for the read and comment Thomas
Myths aren't meant to die, they are unique and unknowing in truth mysteriously fun and annoying I guess we all enjoy them, I enjoy that of the lochness. A wonderful write, much to think about. 🌹
Thank you Teddy your words always brighten the day and are most appreciated
Soren, this feels like brushing the dust off history itself. 😏 Each fragment you name is more than relic…it’s a story stripped down to its bones and the ending feels like a seal pressed into ancient wax. Nicely done and I hope all has been well in my absence!🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good to have you back and hope you are well. Thank you for the read and comment it is most appreciated my friend.
But they can still give us some insight into the past soren.
Andy
Thank you Gold and indeed they may.
Too much new is being pumped into our systems...we forget the old history of others, of tragedies we could avoid
Thank you NinjaGirl for your read and support it is most appreciated
Certainly
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