When will we speak again?
When the rose sleekly blooms
Dusted with fresh dew and kissed
With the first light of a year since renewed?
When will we speak again?
When the breeze is amiss
And time is a plenty for youth
Who frolic in expectancy of time?
When will we speak again?
When leaves fall without sound
Onto a crisp speckled lawn without care
Dancing in the wind of a chilled Autumn air?
When will we speak again?
When death is quite present
And all is but skeleton not flesh
And time has quite clearly fleeted on by?
Or shall we never speak again?
And move on with our lives on a path
Not quite destined nor paved with direction,
Until we should lay down...and die.
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wow, beautifuly versed.
the last stanza speaks so much truth...
Tasha
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Beautiful. I especially liked this: "And all is but skeleton not flesh/And time has quite clearly fleeted on by?". However, I did find it a little repetitive, and some of the imagery you used is rather worn out. In general, though, this is an eloquent and original piece. Keep it up.
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very directional
"Who frolic in expectancy of time" is this part really a question it did not read that way to me , we only need to talk to the ones in our own circle of energy
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Oh, so, so poignant, well written, well paced,liked the seasonal and descriptive imagery but oh,add a warning that this may, may jack-knife the readers heart, it seems highly inappropriate to award three smiling happy chappy's,not for the first time have I thought there should be an alternative where we may award sighs or hugs instead...
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oh this is beautifully written but so sad and wistful and yearning with uncertainty..
A truly beautiful write, I love it......
Ann
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