Morrow’s End

From dawn to dusk
And rose bloom’s end,
Gift bestowed, goodness
Owed, a God-send.
A truce of trust,
In now for ever,
Ends darkened hope,
Awaited endeavor.
A loud thud by lost
Soul and vagabond,
True hearts and minds,
Near the constant pond.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

Note: This was written for Week 6: Mortality and the Human Psyche hosted by Sreejit Poole.

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"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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6 Responses to Morrow’s End

  1. Sreejit Poole says:

    Truly beautiful

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  3. Cubby says:

    Excellent piece. Especially loved the phrase “rose bloom’s end”. 🙂

  4. Bastet says:

    Ah…Sreejit inspires I see! This is beautiful…and I like your image of True hearts and minds near the constant pond! Great poem!

  5. Oloriel says:

    This reads very beautifuly, it felt like I was reading some sacred riddle, or a saying, or a wisdom on some forest secret passageway.

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