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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: January 29, 2018      Views: 351

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A time of reflection signifies a time, a few years back, in honour, when my brother died, from his own hands, and my mother a few years before that of Cancer. One now reflects often about one's own life, as much the young innocents who die...thos - more...

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...and so, with joy, she smiles; Older (Audio poetry)
"Older" by RGstar
Older
------<@


Is a rose less a rose if mature be--
or the lawn less green, after rain has been?
She is said, abalone orange-- the cherry in red.

So why imbue, or stray, to colours grey?
Yes, youth may fade...like the ending of a song,
but, is a kiss, too, lost; its purpose gone?
...as if would say;
to yesterday belong.

-------<@

A feathered touch;
her pride now grasp.
Would you say; fortunate, or folly to the task?
That wedding ring; dimmed--
far less the glow.
Is it age we see,
or of love bestowed
?
-------<@
This she'll tell you so:
-------<@

"Though bright the sun's glow,
is not the sunset saved for last?
The tree that flourishes,
is it not with aging of the bark?
The sweet scent of pods;
hushed in quiet repose.
The aging of wine,
as seasoned
as the rose."

-------<@

"And when the caterpillar sleeps
in the silk it weaves,
does not the butterfly wake
to the heavens in reach?
As summer fades;
its days enfold,
should autumn hide
from the fate it knows?"

-------<@
For this, her lore;
-------<@

"All in its time;
new as old...
nature refined.
The sinking of the sun
in waltz with the waking of the dawn;
a concerto ensemble...a beauty of mind;
by grace, entwined."

-------<@

As now, when joyful her eyes; purpose defined.
...she smiles


...Older.







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Abalone = shallow ear-shaped shell lined with mother-of-pearl and pierced with respiratory holes. The orange is a beautiful shade both can be on the shell or inside, as well as colours of the sea.

Ensemble= all the parts of a thing taken together, so that each part is considered only in relation to the whole. A group of separate things that contribute to a coordinated whole.

Repose = a state of rest, inactivity , sleep or tranquility:

Music- Passenger- let her go-instrumental
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