![]() The Statue RaisedA Poem by Rikkevi Rue![]() were but we not so vain in our relative inconsequentiality![]() The Statue Raised The poet bared his soul-espoused in flowery verse, Did light in those he reached emotions flame, Most ordinary men-such speech had never heard, With great acclaim his statue raised in fame. A simple gardener-awed so by those words, Thought humbly-no such gift alike had he, So offered but the little he could sow, And planted there his few remaining seeds. Now long the statue ‘s weathered down to dust, And all the flowery words dissolved away, Egypt, Greece or Rome no longer trust, Wise words or prose, the poems of yesterday. As these forgotten worlds fade in the past, Their statues would not crumble if they could, Be like the simple gardener’s gift to last, With all else gone was just the trees still stood. And hence when poets seek to pine or moon, Or find an inspiration may inflame, The simple things in life are turned to soon, Inspire such men to rise to great acclaim! Rikkevi Rue copyright 2010 all rights reserved © 2010 Rikkevi RueAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on November 22, 2010 Last Updated on November 22, 2010 Tags: spiritual, existential Author![]() Rikkevi Rueeuphorica, CAAboutThe wave surged up from the depths and there cast upon the shore, tangled amongst the algae covered branches of some ancient deadfall, covered with rank seaweed rotting in the sun, the child saw a str.. more..Writing
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