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Mist On the Barrows

***Dedicated to a wise old man I once knew*** -----" There is no such thing as death..." ------ an old friend 'O desolate wasteland, filled not with flowery rushes, threshing green fields silted, earthy and ether months; there can be no solstice, no progress ---- where the tides are naught The barrows long for life, the painter's easel and stroke; yet not even rainbow shadow could colors so evoke, life into thy nostrils ----- English barrow grave; the dead are not there..... Saxon King no more..... Though they are not gone, for very long; our hearts be all we have, among memories, tides, and song So do they hearken

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Dale Gregory Cozart

Date: 9/19/2017 11:23:00 AM

Just beautiful.

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 9/19/2017 1:09:00 PM

Thanks Dale, it does have a haunting beauty about it; and many thanks for your 3 visits and comments this morning;-)

Phil Capitano

Date: 2/26/2017 6:45:00 AM

Death is not the end but a new beginning; life has many phases and this form is but one. Great poem Keith, lots to think about here.

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 2/26/2017 7:26:00 AM

Thanks for your visit Phil. Life is so multifaceted isn't it? There are a thousand ways to die, but only one way to live...

John Fleming

Date: 2/8/2017 9:40:00 AM

Indeed there is no such thing as "death". We are all part of the great "Collective-Consciousness": We are born aware, we cease to be, we are born aware once more...And so it will remain for a great age that spans a near eternity. Fantastic little poem you have penned, Keith! My very warmest regards...And my best wishes! :) john

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 2/8/2017 11:01:00 AM

Thanks John, indeed 'death is dead' because we know only life; we actually cannot know what it is. I appreciate your visits, God bless and all the best!

Joseph May

Date: 2/4/2017 2:45:00 PM

We must accept the harshest winter before we can enjoy the spring..Well penned..

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 2/8/2017 11:02:00 AM

Thanks Joseph, appreciate your visits!

Afzal Nusker

Date: 2/3/2017 11:05:00 PM

An amazing poignant poem and I love the way you have animated the imagery with your wonderful, descriptive words.

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 2/4/2017 11:05:00 AM

Thanks Afzal, it is rather poignant yes, and many thanks for the kind comments!

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 2/2/2017 3:31:00 AM

I love the way you have worded this fantastic piece Keith! I didn't want this to end. It is beautiful in it's poignancy and your imagery makes this a poem to remember! A fave for me. Seven too! : )

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 1/31/2017 8:31:00 AM

You remind me, Keith, that although we visit graves to communicate with loved ones, they really aren't there anymore. Indeed, they are in heaven now and I believe we'll see them again. You have the most amazing, classical style, my friend. Always a joy to read your words and this is another fave for me. Hugs, Carolyn

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/31/2017 12:57:00 PM

Many thanks Carolyn! You always make me blush.... So glad you enjoyed and I do miss your visits;-)

Paul Callus

Date: 1/30/2017 3:21:00 PM

I can picture these ancient burial places, Keith, and feel the captivating yet sad atmosphere which surrounds them. Many years ago, while in Kent, my pen-friend pointed out one, but don't ask me where it was. ~ Regards // paul

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/30/2017 7:43:00 PM

Thanks for your visit Paul; always a pleasure my friend. It was a strange write, but I've never been afraid of the boogeyman....

Robert Lindley

Date: 1/29/2017 12:50:00 PM

SO DEEP IT MADE ME WANT TO SHED TEARS Of purest gold my friend. Solid 7 and a fav...

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/29/2017 7:42:00 PM

Thanks Robert. It is a bit sad but this I don't understand; Shakespeare was the Master and wrote mostly tragedies; we must know sorrow before we can know joy; if done effectively it can sometimes move a person; you are the only one to comment yet, perhaps because of the subjectivity, though it's message is good?