All things must end the way all things began
Some harder to accept or understand
When time has robbed the artist of their sight
Their images no longer come to light
We must accept there is no brilliant plan
To rescue them from their eternal night.
Hello Shirley,
A superbly written poem with simplicity and clarity. This poem sings deep, with resonance. Indeed, I like the soft tone and honesty inside of it. A gorgeous work of art and well done. Keep speaking the truth.
dracegannon
Hello, dracegannon! I will most likely keep speaking the truth as I can’t think of any good lies lately!
You should leave a live link so we can visit you. Thanks!
Hey Shirley,
Like a ballet…no wasted motion!
I googled and found dracegannon’s blog
http://dracegannon.wordpress.com/
Thank you, Dan. Hey, why didn’t I think of that!
This one hit home. I have to buy reading glasses and I’ve been putting it off , as I can no longer read at night if the paperback has small print. I can’t imagine being blind. I love reading in the evening . Well written.
I got some good advice from an artist once. He said even if you’re not producing your art, the mind is ever at work, seeing, formulating. So even in dry spells, activity continues. I think it is also true for memories of those people we lose. In our minds we hold them close and emotion goes on productively.
And then there is Beethoven…. Truly amazing what people can do without their senses, as well, isn’t it?