Matthew Anish Poet Free verse

Last Triumph

The stage was already bare
       after this last performance
 New dawns will come 
Yet you feel the game is over
Anticipation has changed to resignation
   Later on, a hand will reach
for the golden ring  
       New voices will be heard
  shattering the peace of the valley
Your last triumph is 
        not forgotten 
   The reedy voices of despair 
will soon be irrelevant
  Sunshine warms
       the cold brown earth 
Bringing hope in its wake

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Andrea Dietrich September 9, 2010 at 4:24 PM That's cool you are in this Tolkien REader, Matthew. Yeah, and I got called Four Eyes! Actually, it looked more like Cat Eyes, what weird glasses in the 60's they made. I endured days and days of misery adjusting to contacts. My eyes would tear up constantly that first month but I endured. Women will do anything out of vanity!! LUv, Andrea ps NOw I use soft, so much better!!!

Carolyn Devonshire September 9, 2010 at 7:44 AM I'm still waiting for that golden ring, Matthew. Your poem reflects some of the despair with which I've been wrestling as of late, but you offer hope. Thank you! Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich September 8, 2010 at 6:40 PM ooh, Mewlips sounds so cool! IS it anything like Stephen King (my hero?) Well, about THIS poem, it is very nice, Matthew. I do not really have a clue what it is specifically talking about, but I do enjoy the sound of it. And it resonates with hope! Luv, Andrea