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