brass posing
trophy of
my power
took shape
and its footing
on the
mantle.
hollow
was the
bell of brass
posing,
tarnished
in the
dust.
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo courtesy of Willow at "Magpie Tales"
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Wonderful start lines...
ReplyDeleteshifting with the winds
Great poem. We should all have a trophy of our power.
ReplyDeleteAh, but I think your power is far from hollow, Rick.
ReplyDeleteLove this poem; comes at you
ReplyDeleteon several levels. Power, like
truth bends to perspective, to
circumstance, to opportunity.
Some of your power clearly
is in wordsmithing.
Carry on, sir.
Beautiful phrasing, great Magpie.
ReplyDeleteThat commands a deep level of attention. Very nicely put together.
ReplyDeletePowerful words... and great imagery.
ReplyDeleteGreat magpie.
ReplyDelete"tarnished in the dust" - reminds one of Shelley's "Ozymandias"
ReplyDeleteVery well written -- thanks.
ReplyDeleteI was also struck by the words 'tarnished in the dust' ... sad, lonely image.
ReplyDeletepowerful tale,
ReplyDeleteyou nailed it in only a few words.
wow.
My Magpie
has some awards/treats in it, have fun and enjoy the blog love.
Such nice phrasing, life looms large in this piece!
ReplyDeleteGood take on he hollowness of triumph here.
ReplyDeleteLove this take on triumph, and how it means so much, yet its reward can also mean little in respect to it all.
ReplyDeleteAlso read your later post. Love the depth of emotion within your words. Powerful.