Happy is not the soul who mourns
His cows are dying as they walk
Sadness looms over his meadow
Sheep are lost in the misty fog
Even his dog nips at his heels
Happy is not the man who mourns
Corn is wilting before it ears
Now the dog is biting his hand
Sadness looms over his valley
Pigs litter while wading in mud
Rains blowing cold up in his hills
Happy is not the man who mourns
Robbers invaded his gardens
Stole his crops shot him in the head
Sadness looms over his casket
Though happy our man Heaven looms
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I'm linked with Isadora Gruye in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/04/what-we-do-in-shadows-friday-film-prompt.html?m=1
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- I couldn't blend the two promos this time so I wrote a new to me firm poem, the
posted by Jim @ 4/05/2019 07:05:00 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
It appears it took a lot of hell to reach happy.
I like the repetitions and the way they help the story – though my, what a miserable life the poor fellow had! Though I wonder whether he mourned because of the things that befell him, or whether his habit of misery soured those around him.
Btw your link doesn't work; I was redirected to your home page and so found this poem.
Can’t see my comment—hope it went through. Loved this poem. TGhe cadences are terrific—and the imagery and the choice of situation. Like something from Pilgrims Progress. K.
You set a somber tone early in this piece and do that justice but giving use some very melancholy images. Pigs birthing in mud particularly strikes me as very effective and new. Well done and thanks for sharing.
Love the imagery in this, Jim!
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