ALONE
Supplicating for her soul
no more immune to grief
his harvest felled with swinging sickle
blunted on the stones of woe
and slow he sank in deep despair
with flames of hope now doused
he swam reclusions river.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Death of a child? Certainly a sadness-tinged piece, M.
Could be - its po to the reader to interpret - cheers Frank
Very emotive write Michael. The words and the Abstract certainly complement each other.
Thanks Andy
A fine write and pic again M.
Cheers O
Thnaks MICHAEL ~ Food for thought ! Love the MELANCHOLY nature of the abstract: Blue ~ White ~ Black emphasised by the absence of YELLOW (Joy) and RED (Passion). The poem perfectly complements the ANGST in the Poem ~BRIAN Please check my 'Poem for Sunday' Thanks B.
Thank you Brian - your word 'angst' is perfect - just what I was attempting to portray.
Even the colour of the abstract evokes pathos and the slow read of your words adds to the feel of deep aloneness - - sad but appealing.
Thank you Fay - It's odd because I wasn't in a sad place when I wrote it and yet the words just came.
Sad but soft as this Sunday. I love your blue abstract. My favorite color.
Ah thanks Malu - I'm so pleasantly surprised how the abstract has proved so popular - and the poem come to that. It's really encouraging but I guess that's what the site is all about.
Yes, but it is truly beautiful.
There... is beauty in sadness Michael.
\there it is.
There certainly is Andrew, beauty knows no boundaries. Thanks for looking in.
Blue paint for the reclusions river, blue poem for the lonely soul.
What a blue piece, sink my heart.
Thanks so much m&m
That abstract and that poem are one of a kind. Print it onto the picture and you would have an incredible poster!
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