Amongst the graying winter trees
Alone in a place abandoned
By all the shades of verdant life
I hear the call of far gone times
Of a life that now has faded
From all remembrance, from all time
For in the end, no other can see
Or hear upon the fading wind
What once did stir, or did occur,
Beneath the spreading leaves of time.
Author notes
*uncle sally rules*
Written December 29th, 2003
A contest entry
- Death contest by LeilaJayne.
400 points, ended October 20, 2005, 52 entries
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Such feelings of loneliness and desolation are portrayed so beautifully in your poem. Very well done. Thank you for entering and good luck.
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were you a knight of the round table in a past life or sumfin? it seems to me like you long to go back in time and live there insted
rele well written piece -
This was short but immensely powerful. You have a good sense of imagery and transfering a picture to paper. It was a great read. Good job!
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very nice poem, i can actually picture myself standing in a gloomy field in deep thought. Its lovely to read things that take you somewhere. Thanks for sharing.
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Excellent!
I agree with Hawk, wonderful imagery...,
"From all remembrance, from all time
For in the end, no other can see
Or hear upon the fading wind"
It brings a feeling of reminicence.
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Nostalgic...
A very touching poem that stirs the leaves of the heart... I liked the depth of your words and also the economy thereof - it was almost like walking through an old cemetry and wondering about all the departed souls that are drifting upon the fading wind. I just loved the last two lines - a beautiful metaphor "the spreading leaves of time"... A good poem - the title just drew me in!
~ Nicolette
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Amongst the graying winter trees
Alone in a place abandoned
By all the shades of verdant life
I hear the call of far gone times
Of a life that now has faded
From all remembrance, from all time
"For in the end, no other can see
Or hear upon the fading wind
What once did stir, or did occur,
Beneath the spreading leaves of time."
I thought "time" was metion once to much, but is a sort of poem I like... very me-ish
Metaphor rules the world!
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Neat poem! It's very pretty. THanks for sharing this interesting piece of work!
~Spring Rain
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Sweet
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This is a great poem! Images were swirling in my head when I read this! Great job!
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very good
I really like this. The imagery is wonderful.
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