THE GATHERING
Engendered spirits unrepressed
no stitches sewn of discontent,
no worldly sorrows troubled her.
A lass of gentle mind.
As flickering candles lit the room
her female form came into view,
her lineaments a pallid tone.
Her beauty early seen.
And joining in the gathering
with gurgling riles of idle chat
that died like water in the sand.
The evening lingered on.
Her presence made in harmony,
but as the cotton leaves the reel,
the gathering left at darkest hour.
The candle flames died out.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: May 3rd, 2017 00:09
- Comment from author about the poem: Todays quick sketch was drawn in Catalonia.
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Comments5
Beautiful emotive write. Liked this a great deal.
thank you
Good write and pic.
Thanks Steven
Thanks MICHAEL ~ I found this poem (and the LD) emotive as well. The poem paints a very plaintive picture ! My poem today is about CHLOROPHYLL ~ one of God's really awesome ideas ~ ENJOY ~ BRIAN
Thanks Brian
I like the died like water in the sand.
I do not think that this is one day in the life of a woman, but rather her entire life unfolded, from youth to the final hour. The writing is subtle enough that it sounds like one day , yet truly deep enough to be a lifetime, from "a lass," to an "evening lingered," to the "darkest hour." A beautiful piece about a lovely woman. Inspiring. - Phil A.
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