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| Death and Life ~ Gustav Klimt |
Sisters of day
Play with your brothers
Play as you may
Daredevils training they
Day comes too soon
Bold brothers become
Enjoy your swoon
Show your love became
Mothers at night
Mourning for brothers
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Poem copyright, 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
- Picture credit with this week's prompt where I'm linked to Kerry O'Conner
at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, "the sisters Death and Night ~ Micro Poetry" (link)
- Kerry's desire from us is a micro poem of ten lines. Not counting the title, mIne is ten lines, 46 syllables, and 34 words
Oh the day is the murderous time, the mourning at night. Repetitions well used in you chant.
ReplyDeleteThat last line is heartbreaking... better listen to the ones that come before. ♥
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines in particular are wonderful.
ReplyDelete-HA
I like where the poem leads, to those last two lines, which really stand out for me.
ReplyDeleteOh sad. That boldness can be both wonderful and tragic-- your end is such a wonderful distilled turnAbout-- sorry for typos-- I am on phone! Thanks. K.
ReplyDeleteA light-hearted start leading to a sad ending - that's life (sometimes)
ReplyDeleteI, too, was most struck by your two closing lines.
ReplyDelete'Twas ever thus – more's the pity. You do well to remind us.
ReplyDeleteIt seems this is spoken too often.
ReplyDeleteExcellent close.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]