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

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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

  • grarbaleg
    grarbalegabout 6 years ago

    Humbled and humbling, back to dust; or, shall I sit waiting for decay and rust

    VERY Emotive

  • (GRIN) Thank you!

    – Arletta

  • helene ruiz
    helene ruizabout 6 years ago

    nicely written….

  • Thank you very much. Glad to know it.

    – Arletta

  • kenspics
    kenspicsabout 6 years ago

    Oh for the good old times????
    Fine work Arletta!!!

  • lol I guess that’s it, more or less

    Thank you, Ken!

    – Arletta

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