The Wall

The wall of russet brick, which, once resplendent, ever crumbles leaving gaps; a toothless grin slicing landscape. No longer the defendant between the plebeians and the crown within, the ancestral barrier is at death’s door; rifled masonry builds shelter for the poor, bridled meadows slowly overgrow the rest; a child skips oblivious across, now blessed.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 4/21/2024 9:13:00 AM

Dear Terry, I feel the wonder of the past and the melancholy of the present in your stirring and soulful poem. "What was" now replaced by "what is". Rich, beautiful imagery captures moments of time, people (plebeians) past and present, and especially intriguing, is your last line. A grand finale, whether one reads it literally or metaphorically. A deep, textured poem to linger with.. Congratulations for your win in Emile's contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Terry Miller
Date: 4/24/2024 2:25:00 AM

Thank you Susan for your kind and meaningful comments, much appreciated

Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 4/4/2024 10:14:00 AM

hmmm - smooth flow from the old to the new... Very nice Terry. Congratulations! :)

Terry Miller
Date: 4/13/2024 9:29:00 AM

Thank you so much

Emile Pinet

Date: 4/1/2024 11:15:00 AM

Congratulations Terry! Your poem earned you a distinguished place in my contest. This form is challenging and difficult to judge, but yours made my list. Very well done, my friend, Emile.

Terry Miller
Date: 4/4/2024 9:58:00 AM

Thank you Emile, another challenging contest, thank you, and for the placement and kind comments