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In the bower of time
In pain, in writhing, or in silent wait, are born the tears and gears of fate
Complaints ring out, and in, and through; as they sit in their bloody stew
Twisted forms beyond further reckoning, though ever onward beckoning
There but for the grace of God, go I; instead here I sing broken heart’s cry
Humbled and humbling, back to dust; or, shall I sit waiting for decay and rust
Fluttering hearts, like fluttering wings; black, demanding, whispering things
Remembering times long gone hour, when once all sweetness lay in flower
In the bower of time by Arletta
Hmm, actually, about two minutes ago, minus the time it took me to post this, I read something from Helene Ruiz praising someone’s writing. So, I went to look at the piece, and was inspired to write this.
Yes, that quickly; honestly!
Then I got interrupted, right after I got started and I decided to post it now, as who knows when I’ll get back to it, if ever.
The inspirational writing was by crowmanic. And, no, I don’t! But, he’s good for thinking.
Comments
Humbled and humbling, back to dust; or, shall I sit waiting for decay and rust
VERY Emotive
(GRIN) Thank you!
– Arletta
nicely written….
Thank you very much. Glad to know it.
– Arletta
Oh for the good old times????
Fine work Arletta!!!
lol I guess that’s it, more or less
Thank you, Ken!
– Arletta