OF COBWEBS LAVENDER AND LIGHT

OF COBWEBS LAVENDER AND LIGHT

A Poem by R J Askew
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Your silver thread of truth am I

 

Keep hold of me, your joy to see

 

I'll guide you well right through your life

 

For I am love made real for you

 

To know my strength new makes your myth

 

I will not break and nor will you

 

In Nature's primacy we're spun

 

Of cobwebs, lavender and light

 

Fantasticalities made real

 

We find ourselves in lines divine

 

In memories of birth and death

 

Keep hold of me, your truth to see

 

You are to me, Persephone

 

And I to you, true poetry

 

 

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© 2012 R J Askew


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Wow so awesome, i really enjoyed this piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Ok .. had to look up "Persephone" .. but that is a good thing ! .. I like to learn .. This is most special verse .. light as the air we breathe .. and transitory as the beauty of nature and life ..

Lovely .. Jasmine

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Posted 12 Years Ago


Caught in a beautiful web of silver thread. Divine lines indeed. Congratulations on a great poem.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


The last two lines are my favorite. I love mythology, and the reference made me smile. It sounded so airy and breathy when i read it, like a lover making a promise to the beloved. The imagery of cobwebs, lavender and light is divine; makes me think of an old house, with light flooding the windows and a vase of lavender on a coffee table. Beautiful, lovely poem.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Hmmm. I enjoyed this one. Breezy even if it has some heavyweight points. Persephone for instance. A lovely love poem Ron.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Of cobwebs, lavender and light..........

beauty, personified. Love.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


This put me in mind of some of the writings found in the possession of civil war soldiers a grand piece here you have created beauty

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Posted 13 Years Ago


This is very very beautiful. Its soft, tender and I think rather romantic too. There is a overall peacefulness about it yet its powerful at the same time. This, I think, is a brilliant peace of work. A poem that can be read over and over again and enjoyed more each time.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Now here, HERE!, is the very crux of Furiousoid verse:
Not only does the gentleman have a virtually unique insight into the vapourous nature of existence, and therefore the necessity of gleaning every moment of pleasure and good-doing out of every second of it, B-U-T...
He also has taken the time and energy to craft those weighty thoughts into perfect iambic tetrameter, proving (to me, at least) that he has pondered long and profitably over these Truths, and that they are NOT, out of a surfeit of hubris, merely spewed onto the 'Net.
"You are, to me, Persephone..."--she to whom I would forfeit my entire existence, immerse myself into Hell to rescue;
"In Nature's primacy, we're made of cobwebs, lavender and light..."--beautiful phenomena, individually, but OH! so fragile. Fabulous!

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Posted 13 Years Ago



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