Regel Posted April 22, 2007 Report Share Posted April 22, 2007 Silence, A killing sound Empty, yet full of thought Of beauty lost and sorrow found. Roses, red roses Mahogany box gleaming Rolled out lifted up and carried Determined looks on grown faces A steady march, a heavy load. Duty bound, Gently they lower it down to the ground and stand clear. Now they come. Roses and tears Drying in the sun. I watch it disappear A handful at a time. A final tribute Good bye dear friend and God's speed. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyvern Posted April 22, 2007 Report Share Posted April 22, 2007 I'm very sorry to hear about your friend's passing, Regel. I know that it must be a very hard blow for you to take, especially in light of the other passings in your life, and I hope that you realize that there are people at the Pen who care about your health and well-being and appreciate you posting and sharing your feelings here. Life can really be a test of endurance at times, but I'm confident that you'll pass through all the tragedies it has to offer and emerge with even more acceptance and understanding. I hope that the Pen can provide you with at least a glimmer of sunlight until then... your creative posts are always appreciated, and you should always feel free to vent in the Courtyard. On the poem itself: "A killing sound" was a very powerful line to me, and really resonated throughout the rest of the piece. The fragmented images of mourning all felt appropriate as well. Well done. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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