The End

The End

A Poem by Tate Morgan
"

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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© 2018 Tate Morgan


Author's Note

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

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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.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tate Morgan

10 Years Ago

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



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Tate, wow!
This is dreamy and yet has bit, your writing always holds such emotional balance!
Wonderfully done!
xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


What a way to go. I wish you luck with your passing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This gave me a sad and yet beautiful moment and that is what poety is all about giving ourselves and the reader a shared moment.

Posted 13 Years Ago


great job, I really enjoyed reading this(=

Posted 13 Years Ago


i like that picture and i enjoyed reading your poem and i like that song =]

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice poem I really enjoyed the vibe of the poem and the song just made it better

Posted 13 Years Ago


With every end there’s is a new beginning, the end just means we enter another level. Nice work.

Posted 13 Years Ago


YHAT LAST STANZA GOT TO ME...
THE SONG WAS A NICE TOUCH...
JOB WELL DONE...

Posted 13 Years Ago


The flow and rhyme is great in this piece.
I believe we all wonder about the end of life as we know it, and go beyond those thoughts and think of the celestial world to come, we question our own salvation and how it will all play out, and I think in this day and age of our world, we think and wonder all the more. There are so many signs we see that point to it coming.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderful, simply wonderful. Beautiful piece Tate.

Emma :D

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on December 1, 2010
Last Updated on November 12, 2018
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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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