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Topic: Writing a Letter (handwritten correspondence) (10/21/10)
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TITLE: Letters from the Grave | Previous Challenge Entry
By Benjamin Graber
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They lived so full of vibrant green,
But now they shiver in their solitude
And bend beneath their broken dreams.
I watch the steadfast maple
So gently give the bliss he savored:
As he allowed each dream to drift away,
His fortitude has never wavered.
And as he chose to sacrifice his wealth,
Each dream has turned to brilliant gold!
He dies in triumph; his humility
Speaks of his love throughout the cold.
He shivers, naked, mocked and scorned,
He dies in spite of all he gives;
November seals his heart in a tomb,
But still I know his spirit lives…
And though my heart is weeping for him,
Somehow there’s peace amidst the pain;
The falling gold speaks not of death alone,
But of the life that still remains!
Each leaf that falls into my hands
Still bears the marks of royalty;
Each one is filled with words of love and hope,
God’s letters written just for me.
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Shann might have a point in that no ink has crossed the bark or leaf-it is a beaufitul poem nonethless Perhaps poets have poetic license.
I see the metaphor of the letters in the last stanza, but I'm afraid that this one might have strayed a bit too far from the topic, perhaps?
Beautiful imagery thouughout.