He ponders ..His Fate!

He ponders ..His Fate!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

A man of stone sits alone
Re-sculptured with time;
With head on hand, on knee
He ponders, his fate...his time.

Dressed in green, lichen moss
Streaked with white: a bird's delight
Scorched by sun, covered in dust
He ponders ... his fate.

Stripped by weather, ravaged by age
Crushed is he, with passages of time.
Relentless pressures bestowed on shoulders;
A test of mind, a smile no longer viewed.

A slab of stone chipped away
Slowly vandalised by Mother
Earth,  home to lichen green.
Fragmented, cracked showing age.

No longer glorious grey
Man of stone sits alone
Head in hand, on knee
He ponders.. his fate
Facing life's decay.

From stones decay
A life was had.. now
Viewed in horror
Looked on in disgust
He sits and waits......

With a gleam in her eye
Mother Earth chips away
The smoothness of his skin;
"til a soul no more remains.
Just dust, dirt, rubble 
To be reclaimed by......

He knows... his fate, 
His time with Mother.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Very good. Nothing can last forever, even hard stone succumbs to the ravages of time.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

thank you mick
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Hi Andrew. Rodin would be so proud you have turned his sculpting into poetic art form!!! I can hear, chin cupped in hand "ah, another true master of his craft". Loved this!!! Also a great fan of the thinker, alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

ta alf it was based on the thinker!!!!!
Really liked this one!!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

thank you marcus
For some reason this made me think of my parents tombstones and how they are showing their age. So many others tipping over, others brand new. A long life is not promised to any one or any thing. Thought provoking write. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

so true of tombstones
and such is the life of "the thinker" and our own fleeting time in this world.., a thought-provoking piece describing our journeys towards death at the hands of time... beautiful write, my friend

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind words as always FT , always appreciated!!:)

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