This is my post for Magpie Tales. Being new to blogging, I have no clue how to do links so hopefully some of you will find me.
Waits
He waits for me in the silvering night
where plumey lilacs dress the breeze
and tiny daisies blanket the leas
Underneath the sentinel stone
beyond the fallen tower
No sound he makes, yet sure he calls
and I no anwer give at all
Yet still he waits for me
Underneath the sentinel stone
beyond the fallen tower
One day I shall join him there
lain to rest one morning fair
and together wait in the silvering night
Underneath the sentinel stone
beyond the fallen tower
7 comments:
Wow, this is a beautiful piece, Violet. Your link is broken in Mr. Linkey on the Magpie Tales site, but I will try to fix it for you. It's best to cut and paste your whole blog URL into the Linky widget. Welcome to the Mag!!
Okay, you're fixed and good to go! :)
beautiful. i love the thought of those who have passed to be waiting for us as we wait for them...
and i found you. thanks willow!
Beautifully crafted poem.
Beautiful. First reading the story unfolded. Second reading, meaning sets in. Wonderful mood created in
"Underneath the sentinal stone
beyond the fallen tower."
Wow, thanks Willow for the help and everyone else for the kind words for my first effort. This is a fun group!
Hi Violet, this is indeed a beautiful piece--haunting, even mesmerizing. I love the way you let the repetitions "sing" this poem through. So often a poet needs to just let the poem sing its way forward instead of trying to force meaning out of it.
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