
The statue stood stolid
A symbol of penance
In a world rather squalid,
It had a great presence,
Two outreaching hands
A sign of kind nurture
Stretched out from the sands
To welcome each searcher,
A public display
To dispel all dissent
the pain blown away
eased one hundred percent.
This great lost relic
Of a past long forgotten
A remnant, angelic
Of a time less rotten,
When the world was better
When hearts weren’t leaden
And the oceans were wetter,
Before Armageddon.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 07/June/2019
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/penance/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/06/06/rdp-thursday-nurture/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/your-daily-word-prompt-stolid-june-7-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/06/07/public/
I got a mix of emotions, peculiar.. nostalgia, remorse and a sweet aftertaste. Beautiful writing
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Thank you very much. I’m glad you liked my poem. I wanted to weave a lot into it, I’m glad that it came through. 🙂
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Beautifully written!
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Thank you Sadje, Much appreciated.
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My pleasure 😇
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Outstanding tale! Wonderfully written, Kristian! 🤗
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Thanks, Beckie. 🙂
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Hey Kristian, the ping back may have got lost but did you know you had been tagged you participate in Not Just My Verse by Christine?
https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2019/06/08/not-just-my-verse-your-two-two-too-8/
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Thanks Rory, no I didn’t get anything to let me know. I will get on to that today. Thank you.
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Super brilliant, l didn’t think you had 🙂
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