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“When it’s time to die, let us not discover that we have
never lived.” — Henry David Thoreau, Philosopher
the sigh
of a thousand raindrops
bosom of earth
convulsed
in wretched discontent
so too a mother
repulsed
by the evidence
her helpless babe
will never taste
her milk again
nor will the flower bloom
nor will the reed pipe flute
nor will the heav'ns
rest in peace
until her soul
compulsed
kills death
Copyright 2021 September 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
never lived.” — Henry David Thoreau, Philosopher
the sigh
of a thousand raindrops
bosom of earth
convulsed
in wretched discontent
so too a mother
repulsed
by the evidence
her helpless babe
will never taste
her milk again
nor will the flower bloom
nor will the reed pipe flute
nor will the heav'ns
rest in peace
until her soul
compulsed
kills death
Copyright 2021 September 16
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Published 17th Sep 2021
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30th Sep 2021 5:18am
It's a burial ballad. I see the weather clouding the mind and that produces tears to drown in. I enjoyed reading.
LJ
LJ
20th Oct 2021 5:56am
Thank you, Ljd!
You sum it up most appropriately. You are, indeed correct: a burial ballad is the best description of the piece. The convulsing earth mirrors the mother's grief, as do the raindrops her tears. This is pathetic fallacy. You understand perfectly.
Yours sincerely
cab
You sum it up most appropriately. You are, indeed correct: a burial ballad is the best description of the piece. The convulsing earth mirrors the mother's grief, as do the raindrops her tears. This is pathetic fallacy. You understand perfectly.
Yours sincerely
cab
