forgotten
years go by
millennia
ages, actions
witnessed in their passing
no chronicle but the legend
in their grain
weathered
forgotten
This is my response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Nine (each day a new Yeats quote).
“Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usna’s children died” – W.B. Yeats
Image: aged and weathered cedar at Ha Ha Tonka State Park, Missouri (October 2014)
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Many of the best things are lost.
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Yes, they are.
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🙂
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That photograph strikes right down into me. You have awakened this man today. Mmm hmmm. Yes.
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witnessed in their passing
no chronicle but the legend
in their grain
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Thank you, Daniel.
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What that tree has witnessed…
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Too many seasons to count.
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wistful…very much an autumn poem (K)
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A time to look back.
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So much that it has witnessed.
The weathered limb looks like a creature to me.
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Gollum reaching for that elusive ring.
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