what could be seen through the window-glass and everywhere

their bodies
wave bemusedly in the sun
as they wonder

-when did we get so
old?-

they look
at their companions and realize
everyone is tired

it is time to let go

-time to fly-

spiraling down
rusty flecks against a blue backdrop
a moment's cold glory

after a lifetime of thankless work

in their youth they
labored hard
sustaining life and
providing shelter

now they drift in a dream
to the dark damp earth
on wings of amber and frost

to sleep
in peace

at last, at last at rest



Words by protean
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Written on 2009-11-15 at 18:42

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Obese Caterpillar
I really like the rhythm of this poem as well
the more I read this, the more I think it sounds so beautiful
I honestly don't know what it is, but it just seems like there is so much in this poem-- I don't know what it is, but it is really AWESEOME! I like the last line a lot... "at last, at last, at

Really, really, really, unbelievably
Evoking and
So brilliantly composed
To move and lead you down to rest.
"
2009-12-02


Peter Humphreys
In form, rhythm, warmth and retrained emotion, this is such a fine poem. Peter
2009-11-17



reading this beautiful poem, was like watching two feathers fluttering down to earth, in the most graceful way...birds of a feather do this, as do lovers...

such a peaceful poem.

At last, indeed.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-11-15