Shards of Gray Glass

Each piece, a poem; the leaf of a tree –
The common connection, poetry.

Caedmon began his in England;
where no one at such time should know him.

O Sappho, of Lesbos, what be thy fame?
Shards of gray glass antiquity claims?

Ideas hold fast; when all comes to pass,
nothing holds past, all the same.

Time, Great Time! O limitless wander!
What would empower that lost to thy claim?

What stays but an hour is lost all in gain;
what there endowers thy power and fame?

    All lost! What cost! Where lay the blame?
    Shards from the past antiquity claims.

©2016, Marvin Welborn
25 May 2016

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