Poem -
Remnants
In this field in which I reign
O'er rows of gilded grain
Stoic upon a crucified throne
Husk enshrined dry as bone
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Once aligned, plotted rows
Weed on it amply grows
God endowed bumpkin shave
Gone to seed a humble grave
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Toil expired, calloused hand
Sown on relentless land
Omitted here remnants when
Life was unyielding back then
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Generations now forgot
All ones pride surely sought
Inane house, senescent shell
Only bygone shadows dwell
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Comments
Metaphorically sublime! Filled with nostalgia and despair, a marvelous delight to read and breathe in!
thank you Ian for stopping by
Lovely write xx
thank you Jill
You truly have a talent with words?
Thank you kindly Edward
Great write left with multiple avenues of thought.
john
Thank you John. I haven't come up with a new venue to write in quite awhile. I think I have been bitten by the writer's block bug, and it's really starting to bug me....lol
When attacked by said bug, I attack back. Writing of the anguish and frustration such a bug bite causes.
john
will try that John thank you
Wonderful,Β IΒ really like this one Poetess, just catching up.
John x
thank you so much John