No more a fragrance to this dirt,
nor left a memory in its breath,
far and further as the roaming
takes me from my tree of birth.
Ashen turns the hue each walking
step thus taken in my search,
until I fear from with that grey
shall turn the pallor of my day.
Of that which I hope with yearn
know I not the least its fate,
but do I fear too it shall turn,
I shall too fear the pale one great.
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This has lovely rhythm and subject. Thanks for sharing such a traditional and lovely form for your words. “Ashen turns the hue…” I love this line.
Thank you B Elizabeth Nemeth-Shorten, I admit it to be a topic quite traditional, perhaps even trite, but sometimes a man must write what a man needs writing. You were too kind nonetheless.
Regards,
Osama Iftikhar
This is absolutely beautiful! Thank you for following my blog and giving me the opportunity to see yours!
Thank you, and you are welcome Miss Joylynn Graham.
You are very talented!
Thank you so much Miss Ava. You’re too kind.
This is really a good piece of work. Much talent. Excellent use of words. Short yet so beautiful.
Keep up the good work.
Regards
Nishtha Pandey
Well I’m glad you found it to your liking, thank you Miss Nishtha Pandey, I shall try my utmost to do so.
Regards,
Osama Iftikhar
I haven’t had a chance to thank you for the follow on WordPress as well.
Thank you for the same.
And might I say you are magician with words.
Regards
Nishtha Pandey
For that chance did not necessitate its taking, you needn’t mention that Miss Pandey, you are welcome.
I thank you for that compliment most humbling.
You are most welcome
Hope to learn a few things from you to improve my writings as well Mr Iftikhar.
I am flattered, by all means, you may contact me via the email address stated on my ‘about’ page. Hope to read soon your queries and advice.
Thank you very much
Will talk soon.
Take care
This must be check your mortality month. Nicely done. I uploaded How gravely patient is the grave this morning. As an extra touch, here is a scene from one of my favorite films, Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?
Thank you, although I’m not so sure about this month being the very same. :). I like the titular wordplay, and I love this film.
“titular wordplay” — were I that type of man, I could sink into the pits. But, I’m not. 🙂
Yes, great film. One of my top 5, along with Big Fish.
Hahaha, you have to understand that I meant no disrespect. Your comments allude to a good taste in filmography, cheers to that.
Just having fun with you!
Part of my top 5 – 10 films are:
The Secret of Roan Inish
Big Fish
Oh Brother Where Art Thou
Second Hand Lions
Life of Pi
Hugo
August Rush
As you can tell, I like soft, metaphorical film with tear-jerking plots and unusual storylines. With a dash of fantasy.
A wonderful list, haven’t seen a couple of them, but I’ll make sure I do so later. Thank you 🙂
And, My Dinner With Andre and Babette’s Feast.
I read this before and liked it but something did not feel right, I knew it was myself – not the poem. Today I read it and loved it, the story and the beautiful imagery, definitely worth the wait and coming back to it too. Poetry is funny like that it holds relevance depending I feel on the reader’s willingness to learn and feel. Thank you for this pleasure!
Why thank you Hartley, but you must know that it would absolutely be fine were you to find something askew here. I am always open to criticism and especially accepting of compliments. 🙂
All criticisms are future compliments and if they are not they are not criticisms but insults. Your work is beyond insults but rather the latter.
Thank you so much.
🙂
This is a beautiful poem — I love the way that it sums up a very real anxiety that most of us have in relation to our mortality. Well done.
Thank you Bee, I am humbled.