ALONE
The lantern swings behind my back,
with casting light
before me, shadows fall.
And in my wake the temporary stain
of fallen tears on shifting sand
while footprints left
which drift away
as idle winds that blow
pursue the shortest path.
My silent voice calls out,
the stars make no reply.
My life unknown
will not display in history.
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Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another painting of my local town to accompany one of my serious scribbles. All these poems have been written over time and I've got a good few to go yet but I must add that each one takes me several days to write and I go back to them time after time tweaking and playing around with them. I do write the humerous ones in one sitting but certainly not the serious stuff. I heard the following advice once regarding writing whether it be book or poetry : review, revise, review, revise, review, revise.
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Stunningly good painting and words of aloneness which read slowly evoke tears - a compelling read.
Thanks so much Fay - must admit I felt a bit melancholy reading it through again myself - I'm a fairly happy guy as you can tell by my whimsical pieces and always look forward and yet the serious stuff nearly always seems to turn out a bit sad or reflective.
Love it both painting and verse
Thanks Tony
Welcome
Beautiful write. I really like the second stanza. And a beautiful painting too!
Thanks Christina - yes I like the last stanza - I had the words 'will not display in history' drifting around in my mind for some time and wanted to find a suitable home for them and hope you agree that they work well in this little piece.
perhaps but it will in the fathers heart
speaking mine is a glow with your work. the writer of ww
Bless you Willy - I do appreciate your comments.
ww is napping thank GOD this is writer 4 ww
for my sweet angelic muse I'll him tell when he wakes.
Your a good men born of Mother Nature's good seeds
a room in the Fathers Mansion 4 you.
michael ~ this is unbelievably beautiful. it touched me deeply. the painting is exquisite ~ full of elegance and grace.
You are so kind Janet - I do love your work and your comments mean so much
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