This extravqagance we'll enjoy awhile, for short grows each passing mile, more potent are the days gone by, more precious the speeding hour that flies. Sadly, now there will be little green upon the harshness of the winter's scene. So, in solemn fraility, I'll then reside by the desolate dying fireside; but; before the web of life has spun and before the haloed journey past the sun, and before the passing of the night, again my vision will with passion ignite the glowing embers, and once again caress the remembered pain of too little happiness.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2012
About this poem:
This is the completed part of the Poem to Heather, over these long years, there shines a radiant star admidst heaven's celestrial chain.
This extravqagance we'll enjoy awhile, for short grows each passing mile, more potent are the days gone by, more precious the speeding hour that flies.
ODETTE, I am curious as to whether or not you read 'To Heather' which was the beginning of this poem, because of the character restriction, the lines here are in actual fact are the last lines of the poem posted, To Heather, would you grace me by reading it as a whole, then would yopu please comment, Phil.
Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKMay 23, 2012
To Heather, m' wee bonnie lassie, died at the age of 9.
Heather's cascading rays of purple light fills the vast unfathomable depths of night, lush and rich as the lowlands' scene, as lasting as the Highlands' evergreen.
Dear Phil,
Of course I read the first part first then answered you on the second part...I never answer a poem unless I read it slowly till the end...Now I have read your poem twice.
Dear Odette, Thank you for your reply, I asked the question, for it appeared it was 2 seoerate items, I'm grateful to you and those who read it as a whole.
Comments (6)
Rob
for short grows each passing mile,
more potent are the days gone by,
more precious the speeding hour that flies.
Lovely though poignant.
Heather's cascading rays of purple light
fills the vast unfathomable depths of night,
lush and rich as the lowlands' scene,
as lasting as the Highlands' evergreen.
Dear Phil,
Of course I read the first part first then answered you on the second part...I never answer a poem unless I read it slowly till the end...Now I have read your poem twice.
Thank you for your reply, I asked the question, for it appeared it was 2 seoerate items, I'm grateful to you and those who read it as a whole.
Phil.