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


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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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Photo made your words come alive. The mystery of death leave me confused. I like your description and logic. In my lifetime. I saw only one person face death with open arms. I like the last lines. A outstanding poem. You made me think this early morning.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


I think about the end too! I hope when I do go it will be as peaceful and beautiful as this poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This was a beautifully deep write, I love it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wonderfully powerful and memorable, a poem that fuses beauty with the insight of heartfelt light.

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is amazing! Worded perfectly, captures the reader's imagination...I honestly don't know what else to say! Please, keep writing! :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


When I was little my daddy told me that when HE was young he'd decided to be a star one day in the future .. in a way he was - to me, a great shining star of a father. Maybe we're stars when we're alive Tate, lighting paths for the people we love, and maybe when we die, they keep those lights lit for us..

Just a thought .. your words are lovely.

Posted 13 Years Ago


iteresting write, death is always a fascinating topic in writing. thank you for that song too. i'm officially on an aretha kick now haha.

KGS

Posted 13 Years Ago


100/100 its wonderful write thanks for sharing

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow this is such a beautiful poem! When I began reading it I was immediately engulfed in it. The style is perfect, the words flow together. I loved your phrases and my favorite thing about it was that it touched my heart. It reminded me of myself and my own poems. Just the way it made me feel. Very sad but so beautiful, it's like I have stars in my eyes. I can see the whole picture in my mind. Incredible work! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Tate Morgan
Tate Morgan

Marion , OH



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