Old Man

Where grass and bending flowers Grew once like the weeds The field empty and barren For lack of sowing seeds

 

The old gray man alone now

attends to his dusty fields

Watering the emptiness

where the land no longer yields

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He wove his web of fashions

from the tears his pains had sprung

Where once he sang of starlight

back when both their hearts were young

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Then came the winds a-calling

turned to run a-hoping sure

To reach where she was lying

 sharing pains they'd both endure

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The gales did blow around him

precious memories, he'd miss

Drops would fall upon his lips

those that hers would never kiss

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Where grass and bending flowers 

grew together like the weeds

Lie meadows all but barren

for the lack of sowing seeds

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The blushing, blowing Poppies

that once grew all around near

Fill the fields with memories

of the love he once lost here

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Each time he treads on his land

howling, sow-west winds a-blow

Not belonging, feels the longing

 mercy only God may know

Author's Note

I knew a man like this once. His life all but lived. He patiently waited for the end.Which wasn't long in coming. Children give us the legacy that makes the bitterness of our short life more tolerable

Reviews

[Devanshu Rajput]

This is one of the finest piece of poetry that, that I ever came across on this earth. What, flabbergasts me is not only the structure, but the story, that touches my heart.

This masterpiece is like nothing. Your note, deeply moved me. Indeed, kindness and humanity is something that can be felt, by everyone. In a nutshell,

"Compassion is an universal language''

Thanks, for bringing to fore this, piece.

Devanshu

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Dev I thought i had responded to this from you I see i havent.

[Devanshu Rajput]

I'm glad you responded late, because this way, I got to read your piece again.

You're welcome. Take care.

Devanshu

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you young man

[E. A. Fielder]

I think what really caught my attention was the use of the contradictions to give an image.
"tends to his dusty fields

Watering the emptiness

of a land that no longer yields"

That is talent and it is something I have not yet mastered! 1 million points just for the opening lines!

also the ending was beautiful:
"Sower when you next tread by

this dry, hollow, barren, field

It's empty, parched, furrowed life

awaits mercy you may wield"

It was perfectly done and it has such a nice flow through and through!

[JENY]

wow…
your choice of words…
create unfathomable….
Depth of meanings…
For example…
From tears his pains had sprung…..
Grass…flowers grew once like weeds…..
Fantastic….

But…cant you try for a rhythmic beauty in your narrations?
I am only suggesting….
It will enhance the charm of your poems….I feel…

[Tina Kline]

Very sad and tragic, just waiting to die. It's better to just live while you're alive.
But perhaps that's easier said then done, but I don't know!

[Laine]

Beautiful & tragic. I love it. Easily relatable, and honest.

[Devons]

Terribly beautiful. The words are so well-chosen that they almost seem too simple; like many people highly-skilled in things, making the skill appear so easy. The imagery of a long-gone life is very powerful. It conjured-up the gravestone-acred battle-sites of Western Europe. A wasted existence, touchingly remembered and represented to those left behind.

[Ladysue]

So beautiful and sad. It flowed flawlessly and effortlessly. Gorgeous writing...

[Joy Lynn B.]

wow this is really good

[Cassandra D.]

Thank you so much for sharing this.
Your writing is truly amazing.

[Donna DeLong Matthews a..]

This really deserves more than 100
I hate it when Im limited ... Giggle

[Donna DeLong Matthews a..]

Tate This is stunning... One that I know I can closely relate to.
All seeds sown...
All crops harvested...
What is left but the end?
Great job my friend.
Hugs
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