a poem, by Sha’Tara
They were the golden ones and
They stood side by side, and face to face
His right arm circled her slim waist
Her left resting firmly on his bare shoulder
Thus were they carved for history
And the sun traversed the copper skies.
Beautiful they were, oh so beautiful
The air still seemed to carry the sighs and cheers
From the gathered crowds observing in awe
The ceremony of promise and betrothal
Of the Crown Prince King to be Ramonati
And his lovely prize and princess bride Elata.
The winds of time blew over the land
The great dunes rose like ocean waves
And were worn down again and again
To reveal the golden ones once more
A headless torso teetering on one leg
An armless body collapsed by its single foot.
The powerful man makes himself stone
To remind the world of his passage
The poor man leaves but his own bones
The world never remembers his passage
And in the end what does it matter
Erosion works through stone and bone.
“Erosion woks though stone…”…for crying out loud is 9 a.m in the sunlight and I just woke up, so can you a be a bit more uplifting with the poems?…….aaaaaaaaaaaaa! 😉
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Thanks for the chuckle, Charly. By now you’re properly awake and maybe romping about with your lady mini Mastiff 🙂
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I hope latter on, as of right now i´m with the other
lady…….. i have several,ya know!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😉
love ya and thanks for reading my crazy things
and also reading and even more, responding
to my little crazy comments.
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Nicely wrought poem about the superficiality of fame, celebrity, wealth, what have you? I suppose, since it’s topical, one couldn’t help but see ‘Brangelina.’
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I, too, thought of Hollywood’s golden couple 🙂
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So Brad and Angelina now need to commission a sculptor to do their stone statue, eh?
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Every age, every civilization must be “immortalized” by statues or glowing historical and mythical records of its golden ones… and every one corrupts, corrodes, collapses.
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Tutankhamen might disagree, but yes, it is true that stones and bones must fade away in time.
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Thanks for the sharp comment. Tuk in Tank Amen might still disagree but no one would listen anymore. “The wind, the wind is blowing, Through the graves the wind is blowing, Soon we shall be free” (Leonard Cohen: The Partisan)
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I thought of Brangelina, too! 🙂
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The couple du jour
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ha-ha! On another topic, I finished reading “Arafel” by C.J. Cherryh and at the end there’s a glossary of terms and names of Celtic, Welsh, Old English lore and your name popped up: “Diarmaid” (der mit) Celtic meaning free: Dermot (only one “t” though) So now you know how your name used to be spelled!
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I was born in Strabane, Co Tyrone, where the surname McDermott is more common than the forename and is spelled with two ‘t’s. I’m well aware of my Gaelic name, since I speak the language and even that has different spelling. Mine is spelled Diarmuid.
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That’s great. I was born in Brittany and I “should” be able to speak my Celtic language but my parents were from the “east” or French side of the province, so no Celtic talk except for bits and pieces. I find names fascinating.
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The only reason I have two ts on my name is because of a bureaucratic error, that turned in to a lucky thing for me, in terms of bylines and getting paid. There are many guidelines between Ireland and Brittany and many books I might recommend to you, if you wish?
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Well, thank you. A couple perhaps, would be good. Two topics fascinate me: history and science fiction. I’m thinking this would have to do with history?
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Yes, A Social History of Ancient Ireland, Volumes 1 & 2 by P.W. Joyce provided my grounding but I then progressed to two books that are now no longer available because they were in the ancient Garlic script, An Ruraiocht and An Fianmaiocht which told the story and practises of the Red Branch Knights and the Fianna.
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Thank you Dermott with two tees… I’ll check the local library and request them.
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Thank you, Sha’Tara for taking the time to notice the difference…the two t’s was a bureaucratic error that, in my lifetime, has worked to my advantage. but the cultural and linguistic difference between Gaelic and Anglo-Saxon is enormous.More on this in the future, I hope.
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It might be tricky but good luck with that. These volumes would have been the reference points for WB Yeats and JM Synge, among others for Celtic Irish history and social mores
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That should read ‘gaelic.’ and An Ruraiocht and an Fiannaiocht
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Profound thoughts Sha’Tara
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Love this, Sha’Tara! The final line rings like chiming church bells at a funeral. Truly beautiful!
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Thank you Frank… digging is my specialty.
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Ah, yes, well, I was listening to Antonin Dvorak’s “Requiem” when I wrote that. Could I have been influenced?
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I’m thinking maybe… 🙂
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And you may be right… 🙂
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Operatic, in the best way
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I guess it must have been Dvorak’s Requiem that did it! 100 plus minutes of the most beautiful music imaginable. And the singing…! Glad you noticed the bit of influence I was under, even if subconsciously.
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Dvorak….I need to listen..
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Yep. Fifty years from now it won’t matter how big a house you built, or oil you pumped, or lives you saved. If you wrote a poem or a book or a song that moved someone? That might stick for a while. Byron an still around Beethoven are still around, and that Shakespeare guy. Hell, “She Loves You yeah yeah yeah” is over 50! The rest of us, dust in the wind.
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Yes…
Dust in the Wind — Kansas
I close my eyes
Only for a moment, then the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind,
Now, don’t hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind
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Loved your poem, Sha’Tara! Only love and hatred survive the ages.
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The deepest of Earthian emotions… Until we have had enough of the pointlessness of it and we decide to change ourselves: no more love and no more hatred, for one feeds the other always. That’s what John Lennon missed when he wrote “Imagine” — “Imagine a world without love, filled with compassion instead.”
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I really do not have anything to add to what has already been stated by others before me (some eloquently, other in witty fashion…) …I agree, everything in this world/life is ephemeral. Mind you, that being expressed, it in no way gladdens my heart. Nicely expressed poem.
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Thank you for leaving a thoughtful comment. Some thoughts come, designed to be contemplated sitting in a graveyard, as William Blake might have observed.
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Loved the ending.
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Thank you for the comment Damyanti, glad you liked the poem, and this could mean we’ve reconnected. I’ve re-subscribed to your blog again – let’s see what happens.
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Thanks. If you subscribe via email, it should send the posts to your inbox. I don’t write too many posts, so they come all that often. I really appreciate your interest, and your insights on the posts at my blog.
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Finally, it must be working: I got all the recent comments… yay! 🙂
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I enjoyed this profound poem. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust beneath the coppery skies….
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Thanks Lana. I use these topics as a reminder when life gets… hmmm, tense! that we exist in a permanent state of impermanence… 🙂
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Perhaps one thing that truly renains is an idea in flow
Which can adapt and change
Evolve and shape
Great poem
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Approved! And thanks for the comment and follow.
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