Kevin's Watch

THE BEAUTY OF SORROW

Come to the land where the green willows weep
The River of Tears splashes a mournful song
Sandy paths of promises never to keep
Rocky outcrops of good intentions gone wrong

This land of my birth, this land of my death
I find myself here no matter which way I go
So I give up my flight, take one longing breath
And settle myself to watch the river flow

Around me come lonely ghosts from my past
Tatters of memory, snippets of another day
An ephemeral show of all that does not last
Emotions relived in a poignant display

Here I live in this strange land called Sorrow
Where memories breathe for a moment’s regret
A place of loneliness and never a tomorrow
A place of no escape that will never forget

Written by Dani Myrick
November 2003

Nice. I especially like the first stanza's personifications, if that's the right word for what you did. As with many, LOTR is strong in my mind at the moment, and The Beauty of Sorrow resonates with it. At least in my mind.

So glad you liked it, F&F. Most of my writing will probably resonate with a LOTR feel. I am a fantasy fanatic at heart, and that colors everything I write. I absolutely love to take odd things and combine them, such as taking the emotion sorrow and turning into an actual place. How fun is that??? Maybe I just have a little too much spare time on my hands

I like it. In general I don't like poems, they don't apeal to me; and are definantly not something I can adequetly comment about. But this flows nicely.

Dani wrote:I absolutely love to take odd things and combine them, such as taking the emotion sorrow and turning into an actual place. How fun is that???

Dani wrote:Maybe I just have a little too much spare time on my hands

Yeah, that's how all of us with 3 kids feel, eh?

I don't get much out of poetry either, Hierachy. I never quite feeol like I understand what people are trying to say. However, as a lover of words, I can't help but try my hand at it!

F&F, your kids are adorable. I checked out the photo albums a little while ago. Mine are (finally) old enough now that I can sit and write while watching them (my youngest is 3 yrs) instead of juggling diapers, bottles, blankets, burp rags, etc, etc. I'm a happy girl!

Dani

I really liked reading your poem, Dani. I write poems myself, although I've hit a major dry spell recently. I'll post my "best" poems in one thread pretty soon, so one won't have to search for them all over; they're quite spread out, currently.

I'm off to check it out right now, Lord Foul!