Hearts Wept.
Tribute to a much missed poet-friend.
Like a shuttle in lace-makers' fingers
the thread has flown, the bubble burst.
Time ended when sand that had lingered
trickled too fast as the hourglass upturned.
Like a ripple moving its last on the lake
the song is sung, the swan is now gone.
Ink dried when he became past, forsaken
the blurring verses for sight was near done.
Like a battle begun by stalwart hands
the race has been run, the passion cold.
Hearts wept as courage made its last stand
and the finalé of Lost-in-France became told.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Thnks FAY for a wonderful tribute to a dear departed poet. I have lost friends who were artists ~ poets ~ musicians etc. Although their art ~ poetry ~ music lives on their unique creativity is stilled forever. It is that "death of creativity" that I too find hard to bear. Thanks for caring and sharing such an elegant requiem ode coupled with an equally poignant art form. Yours B
Yes a great tribute in your wonderful linguistic style .
Superb tribute, he will always be with you in his words and Spirit.
So sorry Fay, for your sadness. Very touching words.
Beautiful and touching tribute! Thanks for sharing.
Losing a friend is most difficult. A poet-friend leaves behind words that can be read and reread and thus renew the acquaintance. Nothing distills the loss as well as remembrance. A great write, Fay. - Phil A.
Well written and expressed
Very moving.
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