Song

 

We pour mist into lost fields cross the stars

We find painted idols, canvas marked like playing cards

We dream, a sign of leaving, taking hours

We sing, all sadness of final scores

Shall we wait to carry on?

Reviews

[Emily B]

I've read this a few times. I never quite knew what to say about words that flowed so perfectly. We sing songs of compassion and sharing. We sing songs of love and affection. We sing of despair and loneliness. We sing songs every day with never a word. Your images are sublime. They seem to lift our fumbling hearts to a higher plane.

[Lydia Shutter]

This is not just a poem....it is as if you have assembled these words and trained them to march to your drummer. You have created a work of art here. Such magnificent imagery. "Shall we wait to carry on?" Thought provoking to the nth degree! Wonderful. Lydia

[Greg the Bard]

Hell yes you best go on. You pricked my interest and best go on. I mean surely you would go on .......wouldn't you.

[Cdnsurfer]

Ha ha! I note the playing card reference in this piece. I like how each refrain begins with "We" so this is not one person saying, it is a chorus of voices singing. It is not whether we shall wait to carry on, it is an imperative, besides, what's the fun in hanging on the edge of cliffs, when jumping is twice the fun. A certain Whitman-eque feel to this piece ... I don't know why? Cheers! Rob

[Pema Dorje]

... must we call in fields leaning with wind blowing blowing leaving a song ... a longing song Ken with a melody and voice that is aware of how little time we all have here ...

[Donald Meikle]

We've waited this long what's another decade or two?
(the pic is great)