Marvel Godwyn Poet Free verse

Reflection

REFLECTION
In trance I leaned on the window
Of yesterdays, overlooking the dimly
Lighted memory lane and my eyes grubbed
For those faces that groped with me through the
Hazy thorny path to heyday.
Some of them, to the passage of time, serfs had become.
Some in the fabric of futility repose, some under the
Arbor of the leafy bough of tree of fulfillment berth whilst
Some, to the dirk of mortality helplessly had fallen and to the
Ravenous scavenger fed, on the platter of their six feet allotment.
Dead though, but deathless eternally they will remain in my psyche.    
                                                                                                                             
Scavenger is symbolic of
the grave because it only
accepts the dead.

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 13, 2011 at 8:02 AM most intriguing and powerful write marvel .. your intro lines are phenomenal luv.. enticing reader to continue in depth .. a vivid portrait in words ..

Sara Kendrick June 9, 2011 at 1:30 PM Enjoyed the very creative metaphorical work...Some of the yesterday need to be buried for they are dead and some of those yesterdays need to be relived for they are very much alive..Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work..I was uplifted by your kindness..Sara

Leo Larry Amadore June 8, 2011 at 7:40 AM Remembering comrades, still with us or already gone, is an appropriate and common activity at certain stages of life...I often find myself thinking back on people, places, and times long past. A nice, evocative, intriguingly worded piece with interesting sentence structure.