Regel Posted April 22, 2007 Report 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.
Wyvern Posted April 22, 2007 Report 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.
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