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Terracotta - Collaboration With Chris Green

Alabaster pillars
reach to heights I’ve never known
Marble indentations
feed the facets which have grown
Carved before the spectacle
that time forgot to keep
Oh these ancient sites I find
my mind decides to reap

Sculpted statues stand there
looking down with faces stern
Painted garments scaled off
overgrown by grass and fern
Dwarved I dwell among the mute
no figments of my mind
Looking at me with those eyes
austere and far from blind

Goblets made of copper
shimmer bright the vintage vine
Amethyst and ruby
circle close atop the wine
Tables set for many
with a feast for all to share
Here before my hungry eyes
which now can only stare

Mossy marble benches
are my bed now for the night
Hungry I go sleeping
in the slowly fading light
Shuffling through the darkness
ghostly visions of the past
visitors from ancient times
But sleep now comes at last

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June 16, 2017
Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Wolf Avatar
July 3, 2017 at 8:17 PM
My sister just read this too! And sighed! So lovely! ~~~/|\~~~
White Avatar
July 4, 2017 at 1:55 AM
Happy she likes it too :)
Cadet Avatar
June 29, 2017 at 11:45 PM
Great poem, Darren! It's timeless. Reads magnificently aloud. One question: why no punctuation? Just curious. Without the punctuation, I think, the poem does sound even stronger, now that I read it again. And it looks marvelous on the page. Bravo, Sir! -- Wesley
White Avatar
June 30, 2017 at 2:30 AM
Right! See? Punctuation is not always needed, sometimes it distracts. I think this one works fine indeed without. Thanks my friend :)
Smith Avatar
June 29, 2017 at 7:50 PM
Great job again Darren :)
White Avatar
June 30, 2017 at 2:29 AM
Thank you Jeremy, also on behalf of Chris ;)
Ella Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 8:30 AM
This paints a picture :D You two have created another beautiful poem. I love reading this aloud as it has a wonderful rhythm <3
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 8:34 AM
That rhythm is wonderful, isn't it? It's one of the best things in this poem, I agree :)
Sands Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 8:05 AM
This is so very well done , both of you. I enjoyed this interesting poem. Thank you for bringing it to us :)
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 8:10 AM
Thanks Heidi, so happy you like this :)
Wolf Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 8:01 AM
Breathtaking poetry guys! I'm at a loss for words! Magnificently done!
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 8:09 AM
Thanks Budgie my dear friend :)
Williams Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:40 AM
Oh wow, Darren and Chris -You two are on a roll. This is a masterpiece, I really enjoyed the ancient earthy feel to it. Darren so good to see that your Muse is firing again, she just needed a little holiday, see?. A fav...Maria
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:49 AM
It was written before that block dropped on my head :) But I am writing, only it is more of a struggle than it usually is. Thanks my friend :)
Pigeon Tart Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:23 AM
Wonderful you guys, absolutely wonderful. xomo!
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:47 AM
ma mo, happy to see you <3 :)
Allison Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:21 AM
Such incredible imagery Darren and Chris I visited the pyramids but not the temples in Luxor. Such a fabulous collaboration congrats to you both:-) hugs jan xx
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:46 AM
It gives that centuries old feel, doesn't it? Thanks Jan :)
Smith Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:18 AM
An amazing poem boys. I really like this
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 7:46 AM
Thanks Tim. This is one of my personal favourites :)
Murray Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 6:29 AM
Your muse has a full tank again now I see. All it needed was a push from Chris.
White Avatar
June 28, 2017 at 6:42 AM
This one is SOSOSOSO beautiful, but it was written over a week ago, before my ink dried. But it will come back I am sure.
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