Song

 

We pour mist into lost fields cross the stars

We find painted idols, canvas marked like playing cards

We dream, a sign of leaving, taking hours

We sing, all sadness of final scores

Shall we wait to carry on?

Reviews

[Emily B]

I've read this a few times. I never quite knew what to say about words that flowed so perfectly. We sing songs of compassion and sharing. We sing songs of love and affection. We sing of despair and loneliness. We sing songs every day with never a word. Your images are sublime. They seem to lift our fumbling hearts to a higher plane.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Ken,

This journey into finely exampled brevity is simply a splendid read that I did find most enjoyable and meditatively contemplative to an old fart from Texas who does tend to ponder about things all about in a philosophical manner of looking at life in general ...

Marve

[Ken Simm.]

Thank you very much for seeking out this old one Marvin and liking it.

[Neville]

So few words, yet the page is perfectly filled.. no need to carry on, tis said...... NIce one Ken... N

[Ken Simm.]

Many thanks for trawling through my body of work here Neville. Thia is also one of my favourites.

[Neville]

and why am I not surprised... it is so jolly good my friend... N

[Einstein Noodle]

five lines of dreamy reminiscing .. stopped to fortify your opening line with a vast image of forgotten past ..love that you star studded it ;) third line is stellar says i! our humanness does sing in all things ..if we don't someone will ... your closing ..a question .. i say wait as one must .. as well as we must carry on eh!? really glad i found this one Ken ..thoughtful and powerful in its gentleness
E.

[Ken Simm.]

I've used this again here in a piece called The Book of Talisen who was a precusor of Merlin. Thank you so much for the lovely review.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ken%20Simm/341104/

[Einstein Noodle]

thank you for the link sir!

[Tony Jordan]

This feels like a wish to rest, a pause in Life when things are not good but not bad - a swing either way would be welcome with intrepidation - an imperfect balance struck.
Deeply stirring my 'thought-stirabout' - and on this special day for Scots poets too.
:)

[Ken Simm.]

As I remember inspired by a piece of music. can't remember which. So long ago. Thank you so much Tony.

[Ken Simm.]

As I said to Sami this is also making an appearence in The Book of Talisen. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ken%20Simm/341104/

[Sami Khalil]

" canvas marked like playing cards
We dream, a sign of leaving, taking hours
We sing, all sadness of final scores"

[Ken Simm.]

This has appeared in various manifestations over the years. I am pleased you took the trouble to dig it out again.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. You are welcome. ....:::))))

[Ken Simm.]

To be presumptious. http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Ken%20Simm/341104/

[Sami Khalil]

I think you should carry on with your great poetry...:)

[Ken Simm.]

Thanks for reading and liking Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[Emily B]

i can never be sure whether you are a poet who paints or a painter who poets

you are exceptional at both

[Phibby Venable]

so hooked on that opening line. this has a quiet dignity and beauty.

[Emily B]

I wanted to read something I haven't read in ages. So here I am. And I picked a gem. So lovely to go back through and read an old favorite.

[Gandré]

oh Ken, this is such a perfect short poem. I am melting...

"I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them."
John Golding Cubism� (1959)
Pablo Picasso