Do not look for me
amongst the cold
and mossy stones,
nor in the long,
slow dirge of litanies...
nor seek me in the chill,
grey light twixt this life
and the next. Look for me,
instead, to where the sky
anoints the forehead
of the world, spills light
in prisms of hope.
Although each
and every one of us
is merely a shadow
that passes, oh, so briefly,
over the face of this earth,
I am the notes of a refrain
played on sax, that float
across some smoky,
dance-hall floor...
I am the smile, crosses
your heart every once
in a while...only
think on my name.
Comments
sue dinum | April 23, 2011 - 11:56
I don't know how you do it, Tina, to constantly come up with such lovely phrases and imagery. I particularly like this bit towards the end:
I am the notes of a refrain
played on sax, that float
across some smoky,
dance-hall floor...
I am the smile, crosses
your heart every once
in a while...only
think on my name.
...but it's all beautiful.
sue
Silver Spun Sand | April 23, 2011 - 13:14
Thanks so very much, sue;-)
Tina
oldpesky | April 23, 2011 - 13:50
Packed with wonderful imagery. You are indeed a real poet.
Silver Spun Sand | April 23, 2011 - 15:39
oldpesky - pleased you think so, and you're quite a poet yourself;-)
Glad you enjoyed, and many thanks for your kind words.
Tina
celticman | April 23, 2011 - 17:35
Reminds me of something else, slowly coming into view. Whimsical and far sighted. Wonderful.
Silver Spun Sand | April 23, 2011 - 18:27
Celticman - thanks, so very much;-)
Tina
insertponceyfre... | April 23, 2011 - 20:12
oh celticman puts it very well indeed - and I agree with it all. Lovely Tina
Silver Spun Sand | April 23, 2011 - 20:54
Yes, I think he does; And so do you, indeed, insert;-) Many thanks.
Tina
seashore | April 24, 2011 - 08:59
Catching up on a bit of reading having been laid low with a virus for a week but so glad to read this - or maybe `glad' the wrong word, as it has made me feel very emotional.
A very special poem, Tina.
Silver Spun Sand | April 24, 2011 - 12:02
Oh dear, Coral, I do hope you are feeling much better now. I must admit, I did wonder if you were OK, when I didn't 'see you around';-)
Thanks so very much for reading and commenting so thoughtfully.
I shall do my best to send some extra sunshine your way;)
Tina
Beeme | April 25, 2011 - 15:45
Oh wow, I really love this. It's beautiful :) x
Kahdai | April 25, 2011 - 15:57
that is brilliant thankyou T
Silver Spun Sand | April 25, 2011 - 16:13
Glad you enjoyed, Beeme;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | April 25, 2011 - 16:14
Pleased you thought so, Kahdai. Many thanks;-) Tx
flash | April 25, 2011 - 17:46
Brought back memories of this poem and the controversial tv ad it was used for .
Remember
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land:
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rossetti
1830-1894
Silver Spun Sand | April 25, 2011 - 18:08
This is a beautiful poem, flash, and Christina Rossetti is one of my favourite poets. I think the first one of hers I ever read was 'In the Bleak Mid-Winter', which was of course set to music as a hymn or 'Christmas Carol' as it has become.
Many thanks for your inspired comment;-)
Tina