Open Poetry #37 |
Flower and Stone |
troubadour Junior Member
since 2006-02-09
Posts 43in the land of yore |
Her heart was carved in satin moss, And his in marbled stone; She danced with children in a field, And he stood alone. His look was stern, his voice was hard, Money was his Lord; Her voice resounded to the sky An ever-pleasing chord. His mansion carried a stately look, Her cottage sunlight pleased; Silence ruled his catacombs, Her laughter never ceased. Years were carried down a stream, Lives begun and gone; His mind descended into dark, Her spirit brightly shone. She danced with children in a field, He worshipped frigid stone; Her grave is lined with daffodils, His tombstone stands alone. t [This message has been edited by troubadour (03-02-2006 06:28 PM).] |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Reminds me of a Joni Mitchell song, "Blue Boy" in a way. Very well written poem. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"She danced with children in a field, He worshipped frigid stone; Her grave is lined with daffodils, His tombstone stands alone." Perfection. I agree with Jo and it reminds me of an old song called "Barbara Allen." You did it again t. |
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Jack Straw Member
since 2006-03-02
Posts 70 |
I wouldn't say perfection but it's a good story of two differing lives and the outcomes of each persons actions. The last stanza is powerful too. I enjoyed this poem. |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Well written troubadour! I can't help but wonder if these two should have met,fell in love. What the story might have been. Enjoyed ! :-) |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
This is a wonderful poem -<>-~-<>-~-<>- |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
A wonderful poem...I like the way you used the images to tell the story of these two people. I also wonder what Steven wondered. |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
very, very touching, troubadour; too sad that the shadow of flowers and stone did not meet; perhaps they did. |
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