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A Fire Complimenting Yeats

Lines deepen as veins dry up like his love for ‘us’,

Blowing into the wind trust just as leaves;

Blown over crisp ash trees from two seasons of ‘us’,

White flowers browned lying with Gray leaves.

“The hour of the waning love has beset ‘us’,

Leary and torn, crushed hearts and frowns;

Touch our hearts anew, fire emotion in ‘us’,

With tears and quivering lips we wear our crowns.

  1. September 7, 2012 at 4:35 am

    With tears and quivering lips we wear our crowns…love this…full of deep emotions and touching images..


  2. September 7, 2012 at 5:05 am

    excellent imagery in here, its sad when the “us” becomes almost past. that hurts.


  3. September 7, 2012 at 6:52 am

    Feelings of loss and renewal hoped for felt here


  4. September 7, 2012 at 5:38 pm

    There is an elegance in this, Sharon, that is much like that of Yeats and his contemporaries. Beautiful.


  5. September 10, 2012 at 10:00 am

    This does have an elegant feel to it like the older poets. Sadness and yet there is hope too.
    Lovely poetry, thanks for visiting me.


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