AD, Where Have You Gone?
(eulogy to an environment my heart knew well)
gradually silently character mutation overwhelmed
a gathering place shared by a diverse ensemble, friends
perished before most paused to reflect why? how?
the musty smell of aging book pages disappeared
associates absences became frequent… protracted
the fireplace of exchange no longer roared with warmth
candles of creativity were summarily snuffed…indifference?
many suspects gained prominence, none were singled out
the jury still out many theories began to take shape
no trumpeted charge from an enemy was observed
a mole must be at the root many postulated , while others
thought the air was charged with a common malaise
diagnosis confirmed the causes were many, predictable
time, aging, priorities and the nature of mere change
overwhelmed the cozy den where harmony and fraternity
once sparkled like a precious gem and graciousness
mingled purposely with a mentoring spirit
critique was a pleasurable event eagerly awaited
that far away haven no longer has logs on the fireplace
voices are fewer and the atmosphere wears differently
resurrection is plausible, yet a distant ambition
Axilea
Sheila
but at least i've touched their dreams ...
ever flowing...
peace & blessings,
carolyn
Christine
gives poetry the necessary life for the
reason to live on!!!!
Lady Vivian
Always, Carole~
Sometimes the words come hard, or don't come at all.
I would rather not write if I am not happy with a forced effort.
All is well Jon, and we are still here.
Walt
Jon, My Friend, and see why it is;
your writing on whatever subject
will always be special to me;
"Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close,
Up yonder hill the village murmur rose;
There, as I passed with careless steps and slow,
The mingling notes came softened from below;
The swain responsive as the milkmaid sung,..."
john
Please stay as I have ,even if less frequent. Love your work.
Love
Eileen
Abdi-Noor
Lots of luck
Fee