"rested quill"
They laid a marker at the edge of the field,
a plain slab set without flourish,
its first line noting only this:
"Here rests one whose mark was inscribed in cloud."
Their tale remained unquilled.
Just a simple record, unjournalled,
etched on a medium unable to keep its shape,
a gesture made knowing it would fade
before anyone could read it whole.
Those who passed did not linger long.
They read what they could,
then moved on along weeded rows.
The slab stayed, weathering without complaint,
its tone stalwart-set and purpose modest.
And toward dusk, thought having resurfaced,
no following line but the same breath carried on,
pared back to its barest presence:
'Here rests one whose mark was engraved in air.'
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Another fine write
Many thanks dear friend 🙏🕊️
you are most welcome, much enjoyed read
A brilliant metaphor Cryptic. The pairing of a stone marker with a cloud sets formed permanence with nebulous transience. It is in this duality that poems are set. Some are dispensed with quickly not even casting a shadow, others drift off after time. It is the marker that remains not the essence. Some may leave rain that creates new life, yet the cloud is gone. Loved it my friend a fave
And also, online poetry is for many brought to the air by Apple Air devices and stored in the Cloud so that could be another layer of meaning there. Thank you so much, Soren.🙏🕊️
Indeed it is and one that did not immediately come to mind but fits so well. Unfortunately with that cloud there is no stone marker of permanence only circuits that can go out and an internet that can fall. More brilliant yet my friend
Perhaps it will be a small and steady cross migration to printed books for a possibly longer lasting 'hardcopy' 📚📖🙏🕊️
Even those things etched in stone erode but memories etched in the brain and passed on, although distorted to others remain in the human experience sometimes becoming archetypes
Good write A.
Thanks O
I noticed the Stars from the Australian Flag on the Picture. 👍 Good Write.
Aye, teensy bit of a locator; prevents a hemispheric mismatch. 🙏🕊️
Arqios, this stayed with me. There’s something quietly beautiful about the acceptance running through it…no struggle against impermanence, just an acknowledgment of it. I found that deeply moving, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Sometimes it’s the only real way to saved sanity and guaranteeing tomorrow. Thanks, Tittu🙏🏻🕊️
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