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No Man...
No man’s an island, this much I confess,
Knowing, even so, how it must be.
Slowly shrinking unto a nothingness,
Eroding throughout eternity.
My love, my ocean, august and erect
I have stood watch for you over time.
But Time, itself, having fallen suspect
With a flattened tone off the chime,
Awards no semblance of stature once held,
But instead withers away resolve.
Till the deepest of fears and last of hopes meld,
And I daily watch myself dissolve.
The winds, once gentle, now all seem to chill.
In sunlight, there’s still haze on the sky.
This duty I’ve striven so long to fulfill,
A whisper on the waves washing by.
Still I will not question as refashioned maps
Tomorrow leave me clearly undrawn.
As, one by one the memories, too, will lapse
To the splendor of a vacant dawn.
Published 7th Jul 2015
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Very powerful opening stanza, erosion will certainly claim space amongst even the strongest, it seems, & more each passing day.
totally edited, ty for *clarifying all.
~T
totally edited, ty for *clarifying all.
~T
7th Jul 2015 2:13pm
It's an amazing proccess truthfully, speaking of erotion. You start with something solid and pure, then introduce it to something foreign and trecherous. All stability eventually deteriorates completely. You end up with something that doesn't come close to the original beauty you started with, if recognizable at all. Can take a very long time with some things like mountains, not so much with a man's love I guess.
8th Jul 2015 3:32pm
have you ever seen ugly ruins [?] no, mon ami... there's such beauty in those crumbling stones, history in the detritus gathered by the wind... that dust sees places our hearts fear to visit because we cling to the familiarity of our foundations
i love these reflections of self you're doing. sheer beauty
i love these reflections of self you're doing. sheer beauty
9th Jul 2015 1:16am
" that dust sees places our hearts fear to visit because we cling to the familiarity of our foundations"
Damn girl, that has to be about the most poetic reply I have ever received. You have a beautiful mind, dear Katja. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me. :)
Michael
Damn girl, that has to be about the most poetic reply I have ever received. You have a beautiful mind, dear Katja. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me. :)
Michael
