Orphaned.
An orphaned wisdom,
reared by the eras
but abandoned to dust,
trailing its melancholy
of understanding, counterpoint
to the sleights of hand,
and, if witnessed, glistening
like an act of christening,
in a decipherable tongue...
An orphaned wisdom,
reared by the eras
but abandoned to dust,
trailing its melancholy
of understanding, counterpoint
to the sleights of hand,
and, if witnessed, glistening
like an act of christening,
in a decipherable tongue...
I find your work interesting Holden. To me, your pieces seem to have been written eons ago by some sage. They have this depth that feels like you are imparting some hidden knowledge that has escaped mere observation.
Thank you.
Tue 13th Aug 2024 11:50
Thank you so much, Graham, for your very kind comment, I truly appreciate it! 😊
I enjoyed this piece Holden, its brevity with so much content, the last three lines very clever.
Thank you also for being so supportive of my poetry, I’m very thankful. G
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Holden Moncrieff
Wed 14th Aug 2024 18:34
Thank you so much, Tim, I'm honoured and encouraged by your lovely comment; it genuinely means a lot! 😊