Whisperings in winter:
tales of memory and loss
chiseled in stone--
everywhere, the fallen.
Quietly lingering
amidst discarded wishes
and dreams of rebirth:
a lone figure
somehow summoning healing
in the passing shadows.
A scent of moss and ashes:
drifting, earthy,
leaves crackling underfoot,
trampled like so many forgotten hopes.
One too young, found:
lying grey,
cold, exposed--
not cracked,
but split quite in two,
awaiting eternal repair.
trying my hand at some pre-Halloween poetry for Magpie 38.
19 comments:
Very nice mag. Sad, but then the mention of 'eternal repair.' Undoubtedly needed by all!
The line ... awaiting eternal repair ... also caught my attention. That's a lot of work.
Delightful word in your poem. So peaceful!
we all can use eternal repair! Nice Magpie
Beautiful. I especially like "the scent of moss and ashes". Very nice.
Intense wordplay here adding to teh whole dynamic of the piece. Love and Light, Sender
Beautifully done.
"..awaiting eternal repair." Something we all hope for. Nice Magpie.
it was the last verse that got to me...one taken too young in particular...nice emotional magpie...
That is lovely, so evocative.
A great magpie!!
Oh that last verse! I hate it when the too young die. It isn't fair. Beautiful... Beautiful Magpie, Hausfrau.
A sad tale, but beautifully worded.
Beautifully told sad tale... 'too young die' kind of lingers in the heart. nicely written.
Though brief, "summoning healing" and "eternal repair" bring balance to the sadness of the poem. Very nice.
Beautiful words X
P.S Thankyou for the lovely 'Welcome Back' X
A big thanks for the lovely, insightful comments! I hope to visit you all soon, as I didn't quite have time last week.
This is beautiful...I didn't know you were such a gifted poet as well!
Quietly lingering
amidst discarded wishes
I love that.
This is stunning. Just beautiful and evocative.
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