Of you who came before
But stories whispered in my dreams
Tell me there's so much more.
I thirst for more to memorize,
More links to eras past.
From pages of debates and wars
I hear your voice at last.
I must write your story;
I must try at least.
Now sparks from your soul
To my heart increase.
With unfrozen breath
From you whom we call "dead"
I transcribe with devotion
Things you might have said.
© Judith C Evans 2009
Submitted to Poetry Pantry #60 at Poets United.
10 comments:
it was good to bring this one to light...I like the pace...it pulls the reader along.
beautiful.
You capture the desire of the biographer quite well in this poem. I especially like the notion of looking for links to 'eras past'
This is interesting... How do you go about it? xx
Really makes you stop and think of those we too often tend to forget utnil someone brings them back to our attention. Where would be without our past? It is our building block, or should be. Very well done.
A tribute to the past and the hope for a better future. Thanks for sharing.
I loved your ending ...
*I transcribe with devotion
Things you might have said.
Wonderful writing, Judith.
Thanks for sharing
I can feel the links to the past in this poem, and the dead have already come alive by the end.
"Now sparks from your soul to my heart increase..." - what a lovely line. The whole poem is beautiful!
Thanks, everybody! I appreciate each and every comment! :)
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