Fay Slimm

Hearts Wept.

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.

 

Comments9

  • BRIANSODES

    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

  • Michael Edwards

    Yes a great tribute in your wonderful linguistic style .

  • Goldfinch60

    Superb tribute, he will always be with you in his words and Spirit.

  • WriteBeLight

    So sorry Fay, for your sadness. Very touching words.

  • Christina S

    Beautiful and touching tribute! Thanks for sharing.

  • MendedFences27

    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.

  • Tony36

    Well written and expressed

  • Garry

    Very moving.

  • JaneEVE

    Beautifully written tribute!

    • Fay Slimm

      Thank you Jane - - One of the most difficult tributes I have ever written - he is still much missed.



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