The End

He bore for her life's burdens Soothed the children of their tears Was the rock all others broke upon Left fond memory of his years

Biff Morgan

I fled on wings of starlit hue

across the golden sky

Up into the beyond I flew

watching my dreams go by

 

Shadows echoed love lost dreams

as memories of my past

Obscuring visions of my trust

all characters I knew last

 

The love that I so longed for

the beauty that I would need

Said live life as emotion

set forth by a holy creed

 

In battered rags of ancient might

my god sat on his throne

Viewing me in tortured sight

turning my sins to stone

 

My life passed by its silent way

asking of him just why

For now it's gone and left of me

I know what it's like to die

 

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Author's Note

For Biff whose smile lit the world and whose loss set the sun to grieving.

Reviews

[Dayran]

A poem like a canvas when we bring several different dabs of paint to express our grief. We point to the sky ... people ... the divine ... and a promise to ourselves not to forget the love. Put in place in such haphazardness that we can't help but feel your trembling ... at the very thought of life's unexpectedness ... its suddenness ... and the experience of immortality. Taking place as it does in the midst of our own endeavors in life ... it sometimes suggests a similar message for all of us.

Nicely done Huckleberry ... certainly one of your best ... in the way it showcases the responses of the passions in their natural qualities. Well done.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you sir It is always an occasion to have a review from you I should role out the red carpet. Much appreciated

[Eileen]

I do like the overall-ness of it. Rhyming poems just don't get me anymore. I still like it a great deal.

[Jamie S.]

A warm and spiritual write that makes my soul smile, thank you for sharing :)

[Jazique]

I love the pic the words and they just emerge into wonderment.

[JulieNorell]

Wow! I really liked this! Good job! Its kind of a curiosity!

[R J Askew]

Ach, sweet peace thereafter one hopes. If you focus squarely on what life is it is truly difficult to see any purpose other than some inexplicable necessity for it to be. All the reasons for that being are ones we make up to console ourselves. My hope is that the end when it comes, truly is an end without equivocation.

[Short.Nerd]

Beautiful and Brilliant! Amazing job :)

[Kate Hunter]

good job, though I'd have to say I want to go out laughing. Hard.

[EMP]

another brilliant poem. you create amazing, vivid imagery with such powerful words. well done.

[Shelly Braen]

This piece is beautiful! Strong, yet so peacefully solumn. Such terrible things that one sees in their life, and experiences, but that is also a gift, to be able to taste of death and yet till be able to breathe and rebuild from the ashes of said life passed. We are reborn every day, in every way. I truely believe that is what God intended, so that we might know the joy of overcoming. Beautiful, I love the way the line about the stars stuck within my psyche throughout the duration of this prose. Marvelously done!

[Kaitlin W. Blaylock]

This is definitely an interesting piece. I find it whimsical yet solemn in the same moment. It could use some work though. I can't quite put my finger on what, but to me it feels like it's not complete.