A Fallen Saint
The song once sung with sanguine summer sounds
Still echoes in the canyons of the past
Through time and space in memory resounds
Repeating in percipience it pounds
And lingers on unheeded to the last
The song once sung with sanguine summer sounds
Temptation closes in as it surrounds
Forgotten grace once easily amassed
Through time and space in memory resounds
Slowly every shelter finds the ground
The time of its temerity long past
The song once sung with sanguine summer sounds
Assured of its destruction as it pounds
The die of its undoing once was cast
Through time and space in memory resounds
A melody once treasured, now unfound
Its comfort and its glory unsurpassed
The song once sung with sanguine summer sounds
Through time and space in memory resounds
© Carlton Smith
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Interview Question:
What advice would you give beginning poets/writers?
Carlton:
The single most important thing for a beginning poet or writer to do is read. I feel very strongly about this. The more you read the more you expose yourself to the possibilities out there. Examine what you like about others' writing as well as what you don't like. This will help the beginner discern the good from the bad - or more precisely what he likes from what she doesn't like.
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I like how this poem about a song sounds like a song. The old song, imbued with innocence, grace, and purity, is now a melancholy reminder. The one replacing it is dissonant, the "melody" as atonal as life's tortured, unsaintly notes.
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