‘You all know the wild grief that besets us when we remember times of happiness.’– Ernst Junger, On the Marble Cliffs, John Lehmann, 1947
and so too the garden
scrapped of colour
the dry soil
set to run
up every limb and bough and leaf
bushes of standing dust
sepia shadows
replacing
bold ink lines &
slashed pages
emerald, mauve, crimson
we don’t forget
the amiable past
vitality sucked
out face-first
until at our feet
this tawdry earth
where weeping willows
can weep no more
instead it is us
salting the ground
with our tears
written for:
Go Dog Go Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge (include the words willow, line & forget in a poem)
and
dVerse poetics - write a poem inspired by the first line from one of 12 famous novels (supplied)
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The “vitality sucked out” is such a powerful image. Ohn, and a great clincher for this one, too. Wonderful, worms.
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Thanks, K!
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You’re very welcome. 👏
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Gorgeous.
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Thanks, Hobbo! ❤
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You’re welcome
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Exquisitely depressing. 😂
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lol good description! Perhaps I could have that as the inscription on my gravestone. 😀
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LOL!
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What Misky said.
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Thanks, Tracy. 🙂
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A beauty!
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Thank you!!
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