Thursday, August 4, 2011

The Abandoned Cynic

Get off my field--you may not roam

do not come knocking, i am not home



No tenderness for the passerby

and no loveliness for the careless eye

OH! i once had a splendour that was all my own

it lies hidden now beneath brittle bone



There is a far off laughter almost heard

where the dust, you can almost taste, has stirred


And soon i'll return to the earth's soft yield

my secrets ever buried in this hell-lonely field

Posted by at 4:24 AM

11 comments:

  1. bbes tribeAugust 4, 2011 at 7:10 AM

    Very Nice! The poem went well with the pics.
    BTW is that a summer haircut we see??
    Wags
    Ernie,Sasha,Chica,Lucas

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  2. Hiking HoundsAugust 4, 2011 at 7:41 AM

    Great poem, and the pictures are perfect of it.

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  3. UnknownAugust 4, 2011 at 11:22 AM

    That was really nice!

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  4. Bella Roxy & MacduiAugust 4, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    Sort of spooking...but beautiful!

    XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella

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  5. Bella Roxy & MacduiAugust 4, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    We meant spooky....it's very early.

    XXXOOO Daisy, Kendra & Bella

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  6. ♥♥ The OP Pack ♥♥August 4, 2011 at 3:09 PM

    Beautiful poem and it sure fit the scene. Sad to see things fall apart.

    Woos ~ Phantom, Thunder, and Ciara

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  7. Two French BulldogsAugust 4, 2011 at 8:55 PM

    very nice
    Benny & Lily

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  8. DexterAugust 5, 2011 at 4:01 AM

    That house needs some work.

    Slobbers,
    Mango

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  9. Jed and Abby in MerryLandAugust 7, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    Poignant and beautiful. To us, there is something life affirming about the way nature reclaims the derelict and covers it with new life.

    Jed & Abby

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  10. fromsophiesviewAugust 9, 2011 at 5:34 PM

    lovely...so many of them homes crumbling away!

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  11. JoyAugust 15, 2011 at 5:40 PM

    Perfect.

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