Vain Calligraphy
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Loading ...A cottage ruined but still proud,
High up on this green hill stands,
By the lone pine I seek shade,
Below the same grey scree expands.
I have over filled my heart,
With the lake’s deep blue waters,
To let loose these feelings that ache,
Climbed again on this hill’s shoulders.
I began to scribe my words of love,
Across the page of light blue sky,
Oh! What a vain calligraphy!
In tumbling strokes the letters fly.
With arms thrashing as all lines lost,
Clear water scrawled in air,
Gone now like some invisible ink,
Nothing worthy is left there.
Her future draws her to the east,
There Nature pulls her to it’s breast,
What chance of a backward look?
When she no longer faces west.
Now sitting on a rough stone,
With cold wind tugging each regret,
I am hoping for one thing alone,
Just one magic eastern sunset.
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Rajdeep,
thanks for the comment and quote.
It now reads
“I began to scribe my words of love,
Across the page of light blue sky,” – there was something too rigid about the language I used that seemed to me to constrict the flow of feelings. I have re-written some phrases to better resemble normal speech without altering the post too much.
Gion
Whenever possible I buy blank greeting cards and write my own messages. It always feels good to create from my heart. I believe poetry is all around, in every thing and action and spontaneous speech. Renewed by the human spirit's appreciation of beauty and goodness. There is no unchanging standard that can reside in perfection in books rarely read.
I am a husband and father of 2. Starting to write down before forgetting.
Know what I like when I've read it, trying to get to grips with photography.
Gentleman of leisure, not uneducated, all spelling and grammar errors I lay upon my eyesight.
I scribed my words of love,
Across the page of light blue sky,
beautiful
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