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The end it came with lightning speed,
And upon the wind we felt its need,
Its hunger fed on bricks and mortar,
Quenching thirst with rising water.
*
The darkness came and I could not see,
And yet I sensed what would never be,
I would not scale those mountain tops,
Nor fly on wings o’er gold-tinged crops.
*
I would not walk through lilac vales,
Nor hear of whispered fairy tales,
I would not sing of loves embrace,
Nor feel its breath upon my face.
*
For hope was lost, its purpose wain,
Like carts forsaken in the rain.
helen midgley 
Oh my! Love this one, Helen. Well crafted and poignant. I feel the loss, shared here… and the final lines are fantastic!
Thank, I actually had the final lines first then tried to link them 😉
I had a feeling you might have. I often start with those final lines, when I’m doing rhyme, or poetry… and they were so perfect; I’m not surprised. Nice!
This is incredible. I can feel the sense of loss and hopelessness, even. Very sad but expressed beautifully.
Ahh, Thank you 🙂
Very beautiful!! I normally don’t go into poetry but I have to say – yours is my instant favorite! Very well done!!
Thanks for that, I found this pic a bit of a struggle so went with the easy option 😉
Heavy. Sad. Rain makes everything morose. I like this a lot. 😉
Thanks a lot 🙂
Anytime, Helen.
Well written!
DJ
Cheers 🙂
Absolutely. Nailed. It.
You’re certainly getting a firm grasp on this poem malarky, Helen! 🙂
Thanks, I seem to be veering more for poetry lately, think I need more spirits in my coffee.. 😉
Beautifully expressed Helen, well done.
Thank you 🙂
you have a way with words and rhyme. loved this one..
If only I had your skill with words, I’d be deadly, lol 🙂
Dear Helen,
You’re a better poet than me, Gunga Din.
I loved your last line. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks Doug, I’m delighted you liked 😉
Dear Helen,
Quite a rhyme this time. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, I struggled a bit with the pic so went for a quick rhyme as the easy option 😉
Beautfiul and well crafted. Very poignant.
Like the broken dreams of broken men
and all the things that might have been.
– well done, Helen.
Wow, I love those lines in your comment, damn, I should have used them instead. I may steal them for future use though, 😉
I really enjoyed this. Well done Helen! 🙂
Hi Helen,
That last line really resonates and ties it to the photo. Ron
Excellent, Helen, and so sad. In the last two lines, is it supposed to be “vain” (its purpose wain”)?
Just FYI (to keep my grammar nazi status current), “gold tinged” should have a hyphen.
Thank you, I was using ‘wain’ to mean its purpose was obsolete, no longer needed, it’s a term I had in my head, it might be a regional thing, lol. I couldn’t possibly ignore a grammar nazi, ha ha – hypen now added 🙂
So, so good. You build a disappointment with all the lines of things not being able to do, then stopped me in my tracks with the bleak image in the last two lines to bring it back to the photo.
So beautiful and then you made me laugh!
Well done!
Superbly written portrait of despair.
Love it.
Helen, this is just lovely, so well crafted
Well done
Dee
Just read it again, Helen. Still wonderful!
I really felt the loss of hope here in these words.Wondrous ending, too. Excellent.
A very nice poem with great rhythm .. and the closing couplet nailed it.
Beautiful work, Helen, quite stirring.
Thank you for finding me, so that I could find you! I look forward to following your work.
– Christy
That’s really beautiful. I like the comparison in the last line; what a lonely image! I’m sorry I missed this one the week you posted it.
Thanks, better late than never 😉