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End Of Days
by
Frank Fields
copyright 08-20-2007
Age Rating: 10 to 127
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Where have they gone,
Those end of days?
The quiet walks and talks,
The greens to browns then
Gone once more.
The end of days are here,
At hand once more as they
Have always been and were,
But in our haste to live
Did never hear.
A soaring eagle high above
Cold mountain passes over
Frosted pines, spies the
Lonely Hemlock to give its
Gift of end of days.
A child's voice is heard,
In full delight of a new
Color or a sound or feel to
Touch the bark, see the sun
Go quickly by.
Moon told it goodbye and
So they pass, two distant
Lovers, without the one
The other would only be
But a moonbeam in the night.
Fireflies a-flicker on a lonely
Night call to their silent
Mates to come and play with
Them lest meaning not be lost
These end of days.
An angel faerie's tear is here
Filled with drop of Dragon
Blood, held by chain of magick
Dust, everlasting my gift
To you as we see these end of days.
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10-08-2007 Leigh G.
*whistles* I have some commenting to do...
The beginning really caught my eyes, and while the descriptions did complete the poem it felt a little anti-climatic. They were beautiful descriptions of scenes and events linking to your main idea, but just seem not to have a connection to the beginning that's strong enough. The picture is a very interesting addition too...where do you find this stuff? I always think about putting pictures, but I never find anything that really fits...*sweat drop* Anyway, good work on this one! Keep it coming!
Leigh of the Commenting Community
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09-21-2007 Everett (dale) Pogue
"sun and moon as distant lovers". That is a superb word picture. The poem is filled with others almost as good. Whether it means evening, end of life, whatever. It was a beautiful poem I read several times. I'm going back again when I finish this note. Dale
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09-18-2007 Jennifer Campbell-Kletzli
I only have one word for this poem... BEAUTIFUL.
This is a magnificent piece of work and I really enjoyed reading it. The descriptions you use are amazing! I hope to read more soon!
~Jenn
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09-16-2007 Samantha P.
wow, ure fantasy is justy so good!
this poem was so beautiful and you change to many different things to describe, like dragonflies, fairies, babies
its wonderful
and yes the end of days so very true about everything youve described.
your poetry is just so real o me, its like a life i want to live.
You are such a good writer
and a little bit of life is put into the poetry you write so i feel like im living your thoughts or memories when i read one of your poems
Samantha
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08-29-2007 Wayne Thomas
A wistful, aomewhat hypnotic bit of more than nostalgia. So well done. The imagination flows with all the colorful imagery. And there's a barb, too, that goes with these end of days. Very good, quite pleasurable write.
Wayne
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08-21-2007 Eric Anderson
I've enjoyed all of your works that I've read, and this is no exception. Not only is the rhythm good, but I just love the fanciful, somewhat surreal tone of it all. fantastic job!
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