by Ronald W. Hull
Sunday, May 03, 2009
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Sunset Photo © Robert Bornn of bornn.com
Inspired by Robert Jude ForÉse’s style
Far away, in the land of my sorrow,
she waits today into the morrow.
With little hope but for to barrow,
the tears from a sleeping swallow.
To write in the water of the rain,
the same sweet sorrowful refrain.
That all will hear in time and twain,
the sound that sits upon my brain.
And weighs me down in the night.
Keeps me up so skewed by sight,
Of visions swirling in the fight,
to fill my seasons with her sight.
While life beats on in every breast.
Cares not for the burden of the bitter test.
Cares not for those slain and lain to rest,
or those who haven’t reached the crest,
of unfulfilled horizons.
Copyright 2009 © Ronald W. Hull
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Oh wow, a most beautiful photograph. There are many "unfulfilled horizons" but there are also many that have been filled. We must all learn to be greatful for those things we have and have changed and the rest is in God's hands....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|"to right in the water of the rain", is futility defined -- or "unfulfilled horizons" as you declare them Ron -- this is a great expression of the truism that life is not fair nor equitable to all -- I enjoyed your approach and style very much -- this is a keeper -- peace and love -- Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|you explored this theme nicely, Ron ... unfulfilled horizons are indeed an unpleasant burden to endure ...|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Emotions well defined and felt in this gem, Ron!
|Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
|nicely done, enjoyed this style. Lady J|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
Have a sm00th day..