FOREGONE
Recumbent on a lonely bed
this inartistic man of trade,
recalling now with grieving mind:
the crying winds which ruffled sward
still wet with tears of early dew,
the footmarks on a winding path
where mourners walked in sombre dress.
And swathed in robes of flowing silk
the lily white of covered limbs,
her sleeping body now interred,
denies a passage to a dream,
his love’s illusion now foregone.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another serious one plus a watercolour of mine painted a couple of years ago and suitable for the season.
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Comments13
Lovely.... Sad, but lovely! -- phoenix
Thanks Phoenix. I do like to describe a story in my poems rather than simply emotions - at least I try.
This is very good
I really like it and
The picture is
Brilliant..
Well done
Thanks PH - the picture was drawn in ink with a stIck and the watercolour added later.
Poignant poetry. The artwork is absolutely amazing, as well.
Yes sad but lovely. The water color is a nice work as was the town yesterday. You a quite a talent.
Bless you WBL and Augustus - aw shucks - your kind words are great encouragement.
wonderful words Michael you already know I love the artistic way of you yes indeed! ww
Thanks much WW
Elegant poetry and such beautiful painting to go with it!--Christina
Awesome picture, Well written poem
Cheers Chistina, Kat and Tony - I'm overwhelmed by your kind words
THANKS MICHAEL ~ love the synbiosis between the PAINTING & the POEM both nostalgic ~ BRIAN
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