Dark Poetry #3 |
forget me not |
arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
forget me not Existence is without sense or reason Little replicating things of clay We have our brief time and season Are born , exist and then decay A few in passing make some mark But most are of little sway Like the early mornming lark Sing briefly, then drift away. Mourn if you would forget me not And sing my song Less my voice be soon forgot And my oblivion be over long arthur |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Michael, very well said..although... I would rather think that everyone leaves a mark... if only in some small way. Each and every one of us will be remembered. Good write...made me stop and ponder for awhile. I appreciate that in a poem. ~Hugs across the pond~ *Next chapter in the book almost ready for me?* |
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kinson Member
since 2002-05-13
Posts 66somewhere between here and there |
well said to say the least |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Very enchanting words, left me pondering a while. Nicely done. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
You've described a universal quandry nicely. ~wranx |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I enjoyed this, arthur. Reminds me of my poem "Made of sun and clay." Thanks for postin' it! She said burn ... together. |
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Neala Member
since 1999-08-21
Posts 262Florida, USA |
I like it, it was nice. -Neala |
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