Open Poetry #4 |
The Bell Tower |
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
The Bell Tower He sits alone, the poet now The one who wrote most wondrous song He keeps his poetry in his heart For something in his life went wrong He sits and waits and tolls along In the shadow of the bell tower's song Wasn't it he who led us all The students of the grand ascent Didn't he voice his poetry then And sing to the world with heart's content What happened that he's in the spell Of the tolling of the tower bell He's counting time in days and hours He's tolling his own life away As though he knows his time of death The very hour, the very day Marking time by the bell above Til he can be with his one true love Would that the bell could sing his rhyme And bless the world with beauteous words 'Tis a sadder place that we all live That his poetry cannot be heard He speaks to none, not even flower In silence sits by the tolling tower Elizabeth Santos |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
Well Liz. Very well written - and I hope we hear his voice soon again. K |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is a sad yet beautifully moving poem, Elizabeth. Very well done. Denise |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you both. I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, and Kamla, this is fictional Elizabeth |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elizabeth, my friend - You've written another beauty. The tolling bells ring out your beautiful words ... what pleasure it gives me to read your poems. ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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TexUS Member
since 2003-03-20
Posts 228 |
I SO enjoyed this... Excellent work! |
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