Aug 2018
II.
To love pales in comparison of being loved,
but to love and be loved in turn?
Truly puissant, indeed.
III.
Though on the thread of life, the ink will spill
but never fades away. Now I see. If all I am
is to be nothing but a memory, the least
I can do is to make it a good one for the
future seeds.
Memory can slip and slide, but these words,
my words, that I have painted will remain.
To love pales in comparison of being loved,
but to love and be loved in turn?
Truly puissant, indeed.
III.
Though on the thread of life, the ink will spill
but never fades away. Now I see. If all I am
is to be nothing but a memory, the least
I can do is to make it a good one for the
future seeds.
Memory can slip and slide, but these words,
my words, that I have painted will remain.
More excerpts from my poetry book, 'Mythos', that was privately published in the final year of university. Again, it's already copyrighted so no one can take or use it without my permission! Looking at it now, I do see it's potential, so I'm slowly dusting it off. It's basically like my Jasmine Pearls poem...only longer. Oh boy lool
Love you all!
Have a great night/day! ^-^
Lyn ***
© Section from Chapter 'Part VI: Rising Postlude' in 'Mythos' by Lyn-Purcell.
All rights reserved.
Love you all!
Have a great night/day! ^-^
Lyn ***
© Section from Chapter 'Part VI: Rising Postlude' in 'Mythos' by Lyn-Purcell.
All rights reserved.
