If
we are blessed to any extent
to
render the beauty we sense
into
song, sonnet, or landscape,
we
need to develop those gifts
however
haltingly, and share them.
Our
muses whisper to us of glories
yearning
to find expression
Explosions
of color I have seen,
images
from one in youth’s blossom,
recalling
those of others seen over
the
years. Her eyes shone with
the
radiance of a hundred suns
and
the hopes for tomorrow.
Now
those eyes turn elsewhere
to
places far from former glories.
A
mess of pottage received for
all
that might have been.
Who
will see her colors now?
If
only I could see them again
before
all colors fade to my eyes.
Arthur
Turfa lives in South Carolina, but his poetry reflects the many places where he
has lived or traveled. His next book, Saluda Reflections, comes out from Finishing Line Press
on June 22, 2018. He has two other books of published poetry.
Hello Arthur. I was touched by your poem. I really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
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Dear Arthur,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your beautiful poem, a joy to read.
Best wishes,
Inge
Thanks for reading and your kind words, Maurice and Daginne!
ReplyDeleteArthur, I'm looking forward to reading more!
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ReplyDeletesad but very powerful indeed
ReplyDeleteVery enjoyable read Arthur,
ReplyDeleteColors are enjoyed by the eyes unless the eyes fade.
Knight writer
Arthur,
ReplyDeleteThis is very good. I liked it a lot.
Your friend,
David Fox
Thanks, all!
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