Our love is now gone
I am become nothing
What I was is long gone
And have no voice to sing
I hear the children play
Their games are not for me
‘Cos I’m done so they say
I wear shoes on my feet
I’ll not be absorbed by
The earth that would me eat
My mind is rambling on
And coins have a dull ring
Everything is now gone
Your eyes, your lips, your hands
All our love has now fled
Blown away with the
sands
on my wanders around Milton Keynes I sat in the church and found a bible open one verse caught me ' he weighs the islands as though they were fine dust'..your words..sense of being slipping through hands..being stranded by time and consequence..seems to fit..sand can become gold..somehow? j x
ReplyDeleteYes Jae, that is a beautiful verse and reminds us how small we are and how short our lives are.
DeletePensive, wistful, melancholy; well written.
ReplyDeleteso poignant, the last stanza in particular. but still we can draw inspiration to what's around us, right?
ReplyDeleteoften times a story of loss or losing, after making us feel sad, makes us appreciate more of what is. this poem does that too.
ReplyDeleteAlso,
I wear shoes on my feet
I’ll not be absorbed by
The earth that would me eat
never heard anything like that and never could have imagined that myself.