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no fear nor comforts company

on the morning of his young wife's funeral

Golden light of rebirth dawns
upon the wasteland of my blind
and birdsong's morning trills of joy
fall unkind.

So, so slowly then with you
shall i walk this mornings mile
with no fear nor comforts company
in a smile

oh you frosty bitter wasteland
you take us all in your greedy time
ever waiting for the ripening fruit to fail
'pon the vine

Lay her deep and lay down low
then lift this heart up to the sky
cold earth, so, so, cold, fails my fingers
lain to lie

And so to the morrow, to the day
upon the morning tide must i depart
the new world shall take all of me they claim
.......yes take all of me
.                           'cept my heart

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Tony Taylor

WOW!! STUNNINGLY beautiful D.A.!!.......sad in its intent....but utterly beautiful in its cadence and poetic delivery.....making it that much more dramatic.....and creating a real melancholy that could easily become the kind of dirge never forgotten!!......PINNED!!......REALLY enjoying your stuff dear poet brother!!......well penned!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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Dusk Arising

Thank you so much Tony. I really appreciate you kind words.

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Being Me

So sad but so beautifully written. I am sorry for your loss 😭 x

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Dusk Arising

Twas not my loss, purely imagined in fact. I tried to put my heart into the misery such a time would create. Thank you for reading and leaving your comment.

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Being Me

Truly creative!   Very clever x

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