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Occasional Poetry - 47. Short Elegy
em>My attempt at an Elegy, responding to Poetry Prompt 6. I am particularly indebted to AC, whose prompts, descriptions and examples made this pour out onto the paper. If you see any errors, I must have made them.
Short Elegy
He was an ordinary guy,
not tall or short, nor broad nor thin,
a pleasant visage with a grin,
who would for my attention vie.
And I recall the sky was fair,
the meadow greening in the light,
we watched an eagle taking flight,
while zephyrs feathered in his hair.
Still later when the moon arose,
upon the grass, we counted stars,
while Venus played at being Mars
and flowers tickled at our toes.
How quickly did that moment pass,
a shadowed plaything of the sun,
for east and west our lives did run,
as fleeting as the sounded brass.
I knew not what became of him,
that once extraordinary man,
as magical as Puck or Pan,
but memory did not grow dim.
Last night, I learned what was his fate,
that he'd been gone for several years,
and so my eyes were stung with tears,
as if they could my soul berate.
Alone, I walked suburban streets
so far removed from starlit lea,
where recollection waits for me,
and fantasy unmaking meets;
Yet still I cry unto those hills,
Come back, that springtime yet may bloom,
forget all creatures face the doom,
relive again the joy that fills
A heart with courage, love and hope,
and strength to rise another day,
and spend one's labor to repay
a gift beyond all heaven's scope.
em>Leave comments, bad or good, if it pleases you to do so. I appreciate hearing from anyone who reads these lines.
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