Bench boards are cold with pearly ropes
The fallen necklace by Hera's spite
Goddess ruling blinded for her wrath
To the ruination of nonchalant hopes
The clatter by the loamy soil
Fallen tree sleeves wipe their cuffs
And down goes gold and ocean gifts
Like bronzed fruit ready to spoil
Take rest so bunions softly shrink
Soles harden but where not tread
For a while the eyes freed can wander
To the round white spheres entangled beneath
Traveller of the gutters find
The goddess grace cast down and lost
Until she spies another's cues
For jealous nature opens the blind
Cradled sand in material cloud
By twine of lifethread in love's promise
Feel something in one's aching joints
That mortality alone allowed
That beauty is a shapeless fiend
By generations leave its shell
Until grandchildren take the rot
And call it godsend always been
Ancient mother's coming call
To unsuspecting holder of her art
The timepiece tells a stranger hour
Of where her children look and fall
Wound by the road have stopped their cries
The forest arms detached have warmed
In evidence that life persists
For gone are all that left have lied
In distant stretch she will descend
A foreign face in hourglass
Clutching her string of memory
No recollection in its head
To empty mind she is a ghost
Epitome of something dreamt
And she will float on past glories
With wisdom of the ages host
To empty mind she represents
A gesture given half in hope
That present thought can wrap around
The interaction now dispensed
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Bench boards are cold with pearly ropes
The fallen necklace by Hera's spite
Goddess ruling blinded for her wrath
To the ruination of nonchalant hopes
The clatter by the loamy soil
Fallen tree sleeves wipe their cuffs
And down goes gold and ocean gifts
Like bronzed fruit ready to spoil
Take rest so bunions softly shrink
Soles harden but where not tread
For a while the eyes freed can wander
To the round white spheres entangled beneath
Traveller of the gutters find
The goddess grace cast down and lost
Until she spies another's cues
For jealous nature opens the blind
Cradled sand in material cloud
By twine of lifethread in love's promise
Feel something in one's aching joints
That mortality alone allowed
That beauty is a shapeless fiend
By generations leave its shell
Until grandchildren take the rot
And call it godsend always been
Ancient mother's coming call
To unsuspecting holder of her art
The timepiece tells a stranger hour
Of where her children look and fall
Wound by the road have stopped their cries
The forest arms detached have warmed
In evidence that life persists
For gone are all that left have lied
In distant stretch she will descend
A foreign face in hourglass
Clutching her string of memory
No recollection in its head
To empty mind she is a ghost
Epitome of something dreamt
And she will float on past glories
With wisdom of the ages host
To empty mind she represents
A gesture given half in hope
That present thought can wrap around
The interaction now dispensed
Originally written on October 11, 2014.
First for the Hundred Themes Challenge by The-Poetry-Cafe on
Originally posted on said website.
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Theme: Introduction.