Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Singing Stones

Image Source: Redwoodstone.com

Crumbling mortar and graying bricks
Tumbling down, tumbling down
Covering blighter and singing cricks
Tumbling down, tumbling down
Varying weather and dusting nicks
Tumbling down, tumbling down

Wherefore lingers thy darling
Her moans and screams 
Wherefore augers thy failing
O'er loams it seems

Tumbling down, tumbling down
Tumbling down, tumbling down  


In response to Hedgewitch's Folly Challenge over at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. 

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    1. It definitely was intended to seem saddened only to enhance the crumbling of a building that may have seen better days.

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  2. I believe you are tackling the Folly of mortality here--an excellent choice, and the repetitive chorus is so dirge-like and so true--our lives like stones sooner or later do indeed crumble and fall down. Thanks for participating, Kenn.

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    1. What made you think I was tackling mortality? I always find it interesting to understand how my poems make people think.

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  3. I agree with hedgewitch....We wish for morality, but we are tumbling bricks. Great write!

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    1. I think there is more mortality when edging near death because it is at that point we realize just how mortal we truly are.

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  4. I love to visit old cemeteries with their crumbling tombstones. In fact there are a few on my blog. Thanks for the memory jog, Kenn.
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    1. Sure thing, I'm glad to have brought back some memories that you enjoy.

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  5. The folly of building edifices destined to eventually tumble down...? I love the rhythm in this piece. Feels like tumbling......

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    1. It definitely was intended to be rhythmic and sung.

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  6. This haunts, I believe we are all tumbling down~

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    1. It is really fun to give inanimate objects a feeling of real life. In a way it can be creepy.

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  7. Oh the folly of the monuments, our life is but the bricks and crumbling mortar.

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    1. Now that everyone mentions it. I often enjoy looking at the buildings of the past. There are so many stories that go along with them.

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  8. Almost a song. I love your rhymes and refrains.

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    1. Almost.. that kind of makes me wonder what I need to do to make it complete.

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  9. Perhaps the expectation of life is its own folly, Kenn, but we cannot help but take it seriously. Your refrain has the effect of pity. I like it!

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