Mourning a Fallen Giant

Posted on September 3, 2018 by colonialist

 

 

Whistle at chill sting will fly with grief,
Live trunk beside to remember time’s thief,
Peace you gather, touch, however brief.

© September 2018 Colonialist

 

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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10 Responses to Mourning a Fallen Giant

  1. purplepeninportland says:
    September 4, 2018 at 2:34 am

    And the last line says it all!

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  2. oldegg says:
    September 3, 2018 at 12:29 pm

    Therer is always a sad feel to see a fallen tree as most do so much to give us air to breathe!

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    • colonialist says:
      September 4, 2018 at 11:46 pm

      An infuriating modern tendency when starting to build anything on a site is to clear it of everything growing, first. Then it takes years to re-establish what was probably there originally.

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  3. LordBeariOfBow says:
    September 3, 2018 at 10:04 am

    seems kind of sad, I like it

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  5. Pat B says:
    September 3, 2018 at 8:25 am

    Well done. The live trunk will grow again just as those left behind will gather peace a little at time after the death of a loved one.

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