shadows spread in the fading sun
behind a high-walled doorway,
obscuring the chiselled features
of a forgotten life carved into stone;
daylight gropes for the living words
within, encoded like disremembered braille,
forsaking the encroaching future
of a coming night as yet to be told...
Nicola Beckett
Sun 26th Mar 2017 09:16
It's a beautiful poem I especially like forsaking the encroaching future?
elP, your great imagination is again at work here. Another intriguing and thought-provoking poem.
Paul
elPintor
Thu 23rd Mar 2017 21:44
Hello...it's always a pleasure to hear from you all.
Thanks, Suki. I suppose some things are better left unsaid to the masses--people usually think what they want, anyhow.
And, Juan, though I'm not a biblical historian of any sort, I find that to be an interesting topic. As the book of Exodus tells it, Moses broke one set of tablets in reaction to the making of the golden calf. As for the second set, David could be right--it could make for interesting research. About the wording--because "coming night" is part of a prepositional phrase, I don't think "has" will work--thanks anyway, though.
I appreciate that, Ray. It is a pause, in a sense--though, as they say, time waits for no man. The world keeps just turnin', man.
And, David...there are some things that never die, though the transitions we are forced to make would cause them to seem "deceased". I mean, it seems that doors close to some things of which we aren't quite ready to let go; yet, they still maintain a place within us.
Thanks to each of you for your comments. And, I'm glad you both liked it, Nicola and Adam.
elP
I sense a kind of pausing musing and delicacy here elP,
it seems to represent a never ending question for you (as if answers are a little out of reach. The results for me are always like water to a thirsty man. Making monuments don't necessarily satisfy us in a deeper sense.
Ray
This reminds me of the 10 commandments chiseled into the stone tablets...what ever happened to them? is what this makes me think. Really interesting read.
The last line though elPintor did you mean 'night as yet...' or 'night has yet'?
This poem is wonderfully mysterious - especially the last verse.
Lovely stuff elP.
Suki
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elPintor
Sun 26th Mar 2017 16:29
Good morning from the States. Thanks so much for reading and your comments. My imagination needs much tending to, at times, Paul. So I'm very glad to have the outlet, here, through writing. And, Nicola, I can recall grasping for that word, "forsaking" in trying to decide just exactly what the subject was doing...I'm happy that it connected with you.
Thanks, kindly, to the both of you,
elP