“Softly, does blow,
Tinged with regret
From long ago…”
This hauntingly beautiful poem @Trudi Nicola. The imagery of ancient ruins and the judgment of kings gives us so much to ponder. Love it! 💕
Charlotte, thank you! Yes there is much to think about when lessons from the past resurface.✨
This one tugs at me so deeply. Why is this type of history still repeating itself? A brutal but necessary reminder, Trudi, so beautifully wrapped in your glorious poetry.
Because the ego never learns?
And the ego cannot learn - instead we must learn how to transcend it and gain a different perspective.
True
Beautiful and atmospheric, so much to ponder and tap into here. One of your most powerful poems I've read thus far, Trudi.
Thank you, Heidi! I had been reading about Mesopotamia and that influenced my thinking here.✨
Trudi, this is beautifully written and evocative. It shows how glory fades and how power never really belongs to us. God has the final word.
That’s true, Kathleen. We all return to dust eventually. 🤗✨
What a well constructed poem to make us wonder and quake as it darkens. Loved it!
Wonder and quake! I love that. Thank you, Sian.✨
💙
Thank you 🙏✨
“Softly, does blow,
Tinged with regret
From long ago…”
This hauntingly beautiful poem @Trudi Nicola. The imagery of ancient ruins and the judgment of kings gives us so much to ponder. Love it! 💕
Charlotte, thank you! Yes there is much to think about when lessons from the past resurface.✨
This one tugs at me so deeply. Why is this type of history still repeating itself? A brutal but necessary reminder, Trudi, so beautifully wrapped in your glorious poetry.
Because the ego never learns?
And the ego cannot learn - instead we must learn how to transcend it and gain a different perspective.
True
Beautiful and atmospheric, so much to ponder and tap into here. One of your most powerful poems I've read thus far, Trudi.
Thank you, Heidi! I had been reading about Mesopotamia and that influenced my thinking here.✨
Trudi, this is beautifully written and evocative. It shows how glory fades and how power never really belongs to us. God has the final word.
That’s true, Kathleen. We all return to dust eventually. 🤗✨
What a well constructed poem to make us wonder and quake as it darkens. Loved it!
Wonder and quake! I love that. Thank you, Sian.✨
💙
Thank you 🙏✨