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Crossbones
The ages haunt the bookworm brain
with letters in a torrent blast
no concentration might sustain
into a resurrected past.
No measure of nostalgia dust,
to which some potion we might add
to magically reverse the rust,
for glory once more to be had
among all sorts of ancient things
that once upon a time were grand
where now only ruination sings
to cover pride in heaping sand,
taming ambition's eager dare...
into extinction's stale air!
with letters in a torrent blast
no concentration might sustain
into a resurrected past.
No measure of nostalgia dust,
to which some potion we might add
to magically reverse the rust,
for glory once more to be had
among all sorts of ancient things
that once upon a time were grand
where now only ruination sings
to cover pride in heaping sand,
taming ambition's eager dare...
into extinction's stale air!
Published 7th Feb 2024
Author's Note
March 7th, 2022
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7th Feb 2024 10:57pm
7th Feb 2024 11:23pm
8th Feb 2024 5:39am
Dear MS,
Your rhyming is fantastic. It has such a great flow and maturity. This made me think how nothing lasts forever and whatever memories we can retain they’re only valid as long we live. Then they’re someone else’s. Great write. H🌷
Your rhyming is fantastic. It has such a great flow and maturity. This made me think how nothing lasts forever and whatever memories we can retain they’re only valid as long we live. Then they’re someone else’s. Great write. H🌷
8th Feb 2024 6:51am
It places the burden of heritage squarely atop the shoulders of literature.
This poem reminded me of when I wished to reverse time,
to see all the great architecture during the roman empire,
when all the greek mythology sprung...
The great scientists and genuine craftsmanship of natural resources... the precious goods...
What a wonder,
Just like your words!
"No measure of nostalgia dust,
to which some potion we might add
to magically reverse the rust"
I had a vision of golden power falling into a potion bottle, as how grains of sand falls into the other side of hourglass...
I'm inspired!
<3
to see all the great architecture during the roman empire,
when all the greek mythology sprung...
The great scientists and genuine craftsmanship of natural resources... the precious goods...
What a wonder,
Just like your words!
"No measure of nostalgia dust,
to which some potion we might add
to magically reverse the rust"
I had a vision of golden power falling into a potion bottle, as how grains of sand falls into the other side of hourglass...
I'm inspired!
<3
13th Feb 2024 12:39pm
I know, Right?
I also get a lot of inspiration from classical Greco-Roman and renaissance sources.
It's good to hear from you!
I think you must be about ready to write some more poems!
I also get a lot of inspiration from classical Greco-Roman and renaissance sources.
It's good to hear from you!
I think you must be about ready to write some more poems!
