Where Are the Voices That Sang Us Awake?
Where Are the Voices That Sang Us Awake?
Where are the voices that sang us awake,
the ones that broke dawn with laughter,
bare feet drumming on dew-slick grass?
Where are the faces flushed with youth,
eyes lit like struck flint,
watching marshmallows crisp,
promising summers without end?
Where are the hands that scrawled our names
into bark,
believing trees could keep us forever?
Where are the fields we fled across,
wind chasing us like a loyal hound,
sun painting us immortal for an hour?
Where are the voices,
where are the voices—
that sang us awake?
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Shared with DVerse Poets Pub, this Ubi Sunt poem wanders afield.
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I can really feel this, the lament of youth lost.... I really like the things lost in the bark..
ReplyDeleteChristopher - this is a very beautiful lament - every line captures the motif and especially ‘ sun painting us immortal for an hour?’
ReplyDeleteA beautiful lament indeed, Chris, and a wistful yearning for lost youth. I especially love the ‘eyes lit like struck flint, watching marshmallows crisp’ and the ‘sun painting us immortal for an hour’.
ReplyDeleteThis line makes me think of days end at the beach:
ReplyDelete"sun painting us immortal for an hour"
Oh wow! You had me at voices that sang us awake. Brilliant
ReplyDeleteA poem perfect for putting to melody ... reminiscent of where have all the flowers gone, which I have loved forever.
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