Wednesday 27 October 2010

Intimations of Mortality





MAGPIE No. 38


The cemetery gates stand open,
Broken tombstones line the paths,
Forlorn reminders of the lives of those
Whose dreams of love have turned to dust.

Here the living feel a shiver of foreboding,
Withered wreaths lie silent underfoot,
We turn away, our dreams of love held close.
We know, as stone does crumble, the living also must.



46 comments:

  1. A very powerful description. Let's hope our 'crumbling' is not just yet.....lovely words.

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  2. So touching..."our dreams of love held close"...so many memories.

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  3. Great write. Nice Mag. Love and Light, Sender

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  4. You write good "Magpie." It's exciting to discover forgotten cemetaries. They both crumble but timewise, stone's got the better deal. Hope Beloved is well.

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  5. friko - nice dark writing. it makes me remember the scene at the beginning of "great expectations". i'm good with flying away. i wonder what i'll be and where i'll be next!!! steven

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  6. Gave me cold shivers as I have a daughter named Julia. At least that looks like the name on that one. I don't go to cemetaries often, I just like to think my loved ones hover over and around me daily. LOL Excellent writing Friko.
    QMM

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  7. all the more reason to LIVE!!!!



    Aloha from Honolulu

    Comfort Spiral

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  8. Pleased to meet and you and your writing! Do you suppose our dreams of love might not turn to dust along with us? Maybe they keep going on...

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  9. The last two lines of this poem are especially strong! Nice mag!

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  10. I enjoyed the rhyming scheme you employed and the sentiments of which you wrote.

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  11. Outstanding words and thoughts, Frilo!

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  12. Love this - there is absolutely nothing unnecessary here - beautifully crafted.

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  13. yes.. we too must hang on.. thanks for the thought.

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  14. Wonderful words Friko ...we must live each day to the best we can and enjoy life.

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  15. Good and crisp, Friko, bang on
    with the Mag-challenge--and
    as to your concerns about needing
    more time for blue penciling,
    that may come later, and for now,
    you present us with a poem in
    fine form, with leaping lyrics
    and steaming symbols. I found
    myself posting the last page
    of my unpublished existential
    Western, and a treatise on
    PTSD; never know where the
    wind from those magpie wings
    will send us.

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  16. Excellent tribute 2 our mortality.

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  17. What a beautiful verse about what we all face.

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  18. This is the second Magpie this morning and both were excellent and thought provoking. Thanks.

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  19. A lovely poem, Friko, spare and beautifully rendered.

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  20. There's something heart rending about those wreaths, withered and forgotten.

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  21. I love the perfect placement of the words in your last line especially!

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  22. Yes, beautifully written, Friko. I liked it very much.

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  23. "We know, as stone does crumble, the living also must."

    Beautiful, Friko.

    Then why do most live as if they have at least 200 years?

    XO
    WWW

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  24. I like to go to cemeteries in the sun and sit on benches, sometimes reading a book. It is so peaceful there. All the fights have ended, all the struggles. I wish their souls have all gone out into the sunshine and light, maybe playing hide and seek.

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  25. A wonderfully written poem and thank you for your comment on mine, I'll most certainly put you on my blog roll so I can read more! :o)

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  26. Some days it feels as if the crumbling has already started; then I read of life and hope arising out of the tombstones and know each day should be lived to the full - as far as we can. Lovely poem approaching All Hallows

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  27. I hope I end up as an apple crumble... LOL :)

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  28. A powerful piece for sure - I quite like cemeteries.

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  29. Wonderful...and it's best not to dwell on what is going to be, but rather what is now.

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  30. A powerful poem, beautifully written and the last line is amazingly true. I love this Friko!
    :)

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  31. Wow Friko, That is excellent writing. Lovely! Kristen

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  32. "..We know, as stone does crumble, the living also must." This is the perfect line to end a stunning piece of work.

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  33. Beautiful verse, reminding one of the fragility of life, as well as memories of loved ones.

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  34. Oh Friko, I don't know what to do. I hadn't even visited this post and the link showed up at the bottom. I don't think it's happening to any of the other blogs I read.
    I'll do some scouting around and see if anyone knows how to fix it.

    Meanwhile, lovely poem about the ethereal nature of life.

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  35. Lovely verse about life and beyond. Great magpie.

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  36. A beautiful take on life and death.

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  37. Lovely poem. I loved the last line, it was perfection.

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  38. Death - part of life. Good poem.

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  39. Very contemplative. The dreams are worth holding onto!

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