Now Sleeping.
How whiter than white are your pale lips, shaping
Now not a word, immovable, soundlessly making
Their roundness even more ground into my heart.
Your lovely long unsoiled tresses coiled and parted
With fine straightened lines above velvet-soft face
Unwrinkled once pink now ever remaining a babe's.
Those feel-of-rosebud hands laid immobile beneath
The shroud, why did you leave me Infanta impeach
All my hopes and dreams the most gentle of access
To paradise lay in your smile now sleeping princess
The pavane will be dancing you soon into soundless
Rest while I restive remain and be always bounded
To pain in not saying final goodbyes so crying adieu
I now await the yet un-created, this life without you
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: July 18th, 2018 02:43
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem was written after hearing the wonderfully emotive music by Ravel. I wish I could get the video above the piece but cannot seem able to fathom the way. Hope you feel moved by the imagined feelings of a modern mother being left to live life after losing her baby princess.
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A fine write Fay.
Aww Fay what an amazing poem today. It to me was one of the best ever!
What a wonderful write Fay, superb.
It's always been a favourite of mine and your poem does it full justice - great work Fay
'Stop all the clocks'. Terrible drama from your eloquence today.
A positive haunting final line tells of your innate love of existence in this oft wickedly sad but beautiful world.
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