MEMORIES OF WHAT WILL BE
The dew-beads wait like clinging tears
until the hour of memories
when pipe-drips form and gently fall
reflecting sparkling rainbow hues
displacing rippling symmetry
upon the glittering water’s guise.
Stream-hovering dragonflies on wing
where shadowed ferns sleeve sleeping banks
and purling currents ruffle stones
time-smoothed by water’s flow.
A place where shadows fall ahead
with memories of what will be.
- Author: Michael Edwards ( Offline)
- Published: July 10th, 2018 00:02
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments7
Beautiful write Michael, I could see the drops and the stream.
Lovely write Michael. Got any memories of Miss Berles?!
I have indeed - I recall her getting up to no good with Miss Ann Tonym. Left us all speechless.
Did you see Sy (Symon) Nonym too - Ann's brother? He changed his surname slightly from 'Tonym' (best I could do. lol)
Not wishing to predicate on the subject - I won't modify that phrase about Ann Tonym - clause I won't,
Ah yes those memories of what will be. BBC and Dr Who have a lot to answer for. E='MC5', a bunch of musicians from Michigan. Not quite my cup of tea but this 1969 recording is a bit like a glance into what became the future of music:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvJGQ_piwI0
Not recommended listening.
Thanks dusk - must listen to the not-recommended music sometime in the future - after all I can't listen to it in the past 🙂
Most certainly a fav of mine. Perfect.
Aw thanks H
Your welcome.
INTERESTING POEM MIKE ~ The title is a deja vu enigma ~ the poem is a "que sera sera" gem ~ Thanks for redonning your "Mantle of Seriousness" Love the picture many such inviting "gates" in the Essex Villages ! Thanks BRIAN ~ Please visit my ROSE GARDEN.
Tis indeed enigmatic - in fact it leaves me a little puzzled - I love to set the reader guessing.
What with 'to be or not to be' and 'que sera sera', I dunno if I'm coming or going!' lol.
Do you wear a baseball cap back to front? Personally I wouldn't wear one on principle - only on my head !!
Michael,
Your great sketch reminds me of my home in Italy!
The poem is intriguing!
“Time-smoothed by water’s flow.”
This line makes me think of getting older in a less stressful manner!
~Laura~
The gentle polishing of the stones by the gurgling waters - well as I get older I gurgle but not sure about the polish lol 🙂
Thanks Laura
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