Poem - 25 October 2020, 08:20

BEAUTY'S ACHE...

Bury me in heavens, where
The clouds blow rippled snow
Where the robin chirp's to
greet a soul
The reds puffed up with glow

Build for me
Some long trees tall
Snug, beneath white leaves
Let the wind live there in
mourning song
Let the owls glide free
In a haunting's call

Let no footprint mark on
A virgin snow
Let the fox stride proud
Where no hunter goes
Let the snowflakes twirl on a
frozen lake
Reflected back
In a beauty's ache

Let eve reign forever
As my queen
Forevermore
For eve it shall be just outside
my door

Set in mauves and pinks in a
half lit day
A scene dripping magic where
the shadows play

Build me a cabin, logged,
against all cold
Where a fire roars in a stone
hearth, bold
Where the bed is a book that
I've not yet read
And the world is just words
That have all been said

Bury me in heavens....

Marion Price(2020)

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Greg Etsell25 October 2020, 08:48

wow you and Jill
today i cant keep up
another great poem
by both of you
i should write poem
about you 2

Marion26 October 2020, 19:39

You already did ???

Jill Tait25 October 2020, 08:54

Wow Marion Price I wanna pen like you :( I try my ever so damnest but can’t ??❤️?pinned as ever ⭐️

Marion26 October 2020, 19:42

Don't you ever pen like anybody but yourself my lovely friend....you are the heart of this site, you keep it ticking over with all your fabulous work...stay exactly as you are Jill ?

Jill Tait27 October 2020, 00:19

?????

Michael Champion25 October 2020, 11:01

A good descriptive write.

Marion26 October 2020, 19:42

Thankyou Michael ?

Being Me25 October 2020, 13:33

Set in mauves and pinks in a

half lit day

A scene dripping magic where

the shadows play

Oh... How gorgeous are these lines! I love the whole poem, of course. You paint such a beautiful scene here, Marion. I also love these next few lines

Build me a cabin, logged,

against all cold

Where a fire roars in a stone

hearth, bold

Where the bed is a book that

I've not yet read

And the world is just words

That have all been said

Just beautiful! ?????. Oh I love this poem x

Marion26 October 2020, 20:30

Aw thankyou...I will build you a heaven just like it ???

Yiyan Han26 October 2020, 18:25

An ending of poem I translated some time ago is copied below. Interesting to see your portrait of "... the bed is a book that I've not yet read ..."

On each day
Even in each minute
There'll be one who, on a cold stone,
Has one's own name engraved,
And publishes one's last book.
Its front cover is the gravestone,
And the profile is printed on the back.
If opening the book,
On the first page,
The first poem written is
One's cinerary casket.

Marion26 October 2020, 18:53

Hi Yiyan, forgive me but i am not sure I get your meaning here??....

Yiyan Han27 October 2020, 04:08

Oh sorry, just recall the one I translated and find interesting in that different writers describe "the death" from different angles.

Marion27 October 2020, 04:22

Oh i see...yes but I have got to say personally I have described death in as many perspectives as I can...I love playing with perspectives ..the next one will be from the perspective of the worm eating the body maybe?...what do you think?? ??

Yiyan Han27 October 2020, 06:10

Eerie not my type of things, but you do whatever as you enjoy :) However no flesh for worms to consume if cremated, you got the idea!

Marion27 October 2020, 11:00

Lol...I'm joking with you Yiyan ?