Monday, April 16, 2012

Sunday Scribblings: Wealth and A to Z: Longing

L for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.
This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is wealth.

L is for Longing

In my arms
when stars were white,
An old man studied magic in a flower.

A day we had
in sweet affluence of bells and song,
I held color in the sky.

Alive in my garden
strung by rare roots,
The world we painted in human flesh.

The dreams were green
fertile danced,
At sunrise, the trees were covered in hoarfrost.

A crack in the lines where another world begins.
This one ends.

Through the hole
where sap and spirit are withheld,
The old man stops.

The summer is short
the end is pale and spoiled,
The old man starves.

Behind the iron gate
mounds of blood pour out,
The old man crawls.

In my hand
where the flower stands,
Silver bells are still ringing. 

"To die for beauty, than live for bread." -Emerson

*photo-Lane of Poplars at Sunset, Van Gogh.


  1. What a sad poem. You've killed the protagonist!

  2. The sad thing about life is that all that we learn on our journey has been with the help of others and that richness in our lives comes at the cost of their eventual demise. Well that is how I read it!

  3. a beautiful yet tragic poem.

    Happy A-Zing!

  4. Although this poem is about longing..and loss..there is so much thought and colour..sad and yet it is a cycle we all must take..Jae

  5. Sad but beautifully written ..I loved every line you wrote....thanks.

  6. in my hand - silver bells are ringing, like the bells during christmas

    wealth of laughter senryu