September 27, 2013 by phicks2012
I’m not a professional poet, nor do I play one on TV, and I didn’t stay at Holiday Inn Express last night. I just write poetry, and cannot seem to stop doing it.
I write metered, rhyming verse because that’s what I enjoy writing. That doesn’t mean I don’t like and appreciate Blank Verse and even the Free Verse that seems to be the norm these days. I enjoy anything that’s well-written. Still, when it comes to writing poetry I’m just abysmally “Old School”, and love the challenge of saying what I want to say while remaining within the constraints of a particular meter and rhyme scheme. For me, that’s “FUN”. Go figure!
The poem below was written for no particular reason — though I intended to publish it in our SCA newsletter — while considering legacies and what will be left behind at life’s end, and I hope you enjoy it!
When we consider what, in time, the impact of our lives will be
Upon the world we leave behind, when we achieve our destiny,
Will we leave beauty in our wake, when we for memory are bound,
Like sunlight on a crystal lake, or gentle rain on thirsty ground?
When we are gone will hearts recall, the wind that whispers in the trees?
Will what we were leave dreams withal of rainbows in their memories?
Will we have touched the lives of friends in ways that they will not regret,
Like melodies upon the wind that hearts would sorrow to forget?
Are we the flowers on the hill, that tarry on when we depart?
Are we the stuff that dreams fulfill, that linger ever in the heart?
Are we the honey in the hive, that lies so sweetly on the tongue;
That souls rejoice we were alive, and left no noble song unsung?
Will memory be long and kind when we are whispers in the dust,
With dreams of glory left behind, and swords so long consigned to rust?
Will we leave dreams they’d not forsake, and music that will e’er resound;
Will we be sunlight on the lake, and gentle rain on thirsty ground?
[20 February 2013]