Broken Adagios

by Ben Pickard   Jul 11, 2019


There's little now but brittle bones
That once were furnace wrought;
I do not swim, but sink like stone
And choke on love I sought.
The daffodils all bloom too soon -
The grass is mocked by weeds -
The blackbird flings a listless tune
That's taken by the breeze.
I stumble on the moors we walked,
Where once we danced and laughed;
I cry on cliffs where once we talked -
Now every rock is marred.

And in the eve, when moonshine comes,
I hear the rooks and blasted crows;
They caw a noise that leaves undone
A love weaved from adagios.

--

Ben Pickard 2019

*adagio - a composition played in adagio tempo (slowly and gracefully)

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  • 2 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    The beauty of music sways throughout this lyrical piece. Just wonderful.

  • 2 months ago

    by Walter

    A masterpiece of words...I really liked this Ben

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Means a lot, Walter. It's always nice to write something people enjoy.

  • 2 months ago

    by Star

    Line by line the poem gets deeper. It feels like you are slowly trying to make your way up a mountain, trying to reach the peak ( which is the love you seek) but instead of getting closer the night falls and it becomes dark (further away).

    I really am feeling so much sadness in your latest poems. You have magical way with words you convey emotions so well!!

  • 2 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    No matter what mood you try and paint in your poetry Ben you do so with such elegance. I wish I had that skill..

  • 2 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    I liked it so much, I commented twice.

    • 2 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Em. Our poetry is different, but you portray a rawness that can only be present through experience. You can't buy that.

      Take care

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