When the world fades

I fear no song will ever re-capture

the beauty of that dream like face;

nor art or science could ever conspire,

to re-construct such charm; and grace.

 

I fear no name will entrance me again,

the same as when, she told hers to me;

nor blooming scent shall ever empower,

too little remains of our longevity.

 

I fear what any lover of love would fear!

the gentle purring air, and drowning breath,

nor thundering storms each night in rest;

too little remains, now that the elm trees,

have lowered their leaves, for death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Angela Flynn]

Such a sad piece, and so gentle. I love the first line of the last verse, 'I fear what any lover of love would fear!' I can hear it being shouted out, exclaimed in exasperation. Well done on the rhythm and repetitive dance of the piece.

One thing I have noticed with this and other pieces you've shared via fb, is your voice, as a writer, is really distinct (which I think is a great thing!). Poetry generally isn't my favourite genre of writing, because in my opinion too many people do it who shouldn't lol, but I'll always take the time to read your pieces because they have a warmth and beauty to them that seems to come naturally, the words flow and tumble so beautifully that my whole attention is carried by the writing, as opposed to me being distracted by people trying too hard to use words they don't understand (which you don't do). Nice one!

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Marvelous!