From the prompt by 120 socks
preserved in amber
thing of beauty
object of study
curio
adornment
preserved in amber
not by any hand of man
for science
on some aesthetic whim
or vanity
a work of nature
at the time
a tragedy
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22 comments:
Great poem Dave, and glad the amber image brought it to be. Are you happy for me to link this on the poetry bus as well?
120 Socks
Thanks for that. Yes, quite happy. I haven't been doing that. I will in future.
Cool, thanks Dave.
Yes, this happened often in the deep, deep past, it seems. Nice one.
Beautiful!
I have a thing of beauty preserved in amber. The last words of this poem are so tenderly intense.
Sweet greetz!
Mother Nature's time machine!
Mother Nature's time machine!
Love the poem ! and very true- thanks!
Some things are not to be controlled by man. Very good poem. Hope you are doing well.
I will admit to a bit of that vanity .. I own an amber cross I wear on a silver chain. I enjoyed this, Dave.
Great poem.
The last verse is wonderful.
cheers, parsnip
Thank you SO much.
I have a very important (but also very boring) paper to write and your kind words made my day.
:-)))
Hooray! AT LAST a poem about what I thought the prompt was . . i.e. amber. Which now seems to have vanished. Typical Poetry Bus disorganisation.
Nice poem, Dave. As usual.
delightful capture!
Mother Natures little amber time capsule :-).
Without an image I am imagining a bee caught in amber centuries ago. I saw a photo of one in an encyclopaedia when I was a child and did not then have the words to describe my emotions. Now I do.
Nice poem about nature's jewelry.
anthonynorth
Is it not still happening?
Momo Luna
Thank you. A gracious comment.
Carl
Good way of looking at it!
izzy
Thanks for the comment.
TechnoBabe
Yup, doing well, thank you. Hope it is the same for you. Agree with the remark.
Helen
Not done for vanity. Making use of what's done is different!
angryparsnip
Much appreciated remark. Thanks.
Joe
Thanks. Hope the paper was a knock-out!
DoctorFTSE
Thanks - surprise, surprise! It's usually me, the disorganised one.
Rose
Much thanks.
Windsmoke
Exactly!
Lydia
Welcome, Lydia and thank you for visiting and commenting. I, too, remeber seeing a creature - a beetle - caught in one my Grandmother had. I thought then that it was a tragedy and so sad.
Kass
Thanks Kass.
Wonderful capture in amber! I imagine the little bubbles around the insect caught in time are it's last breaths. Amber is a beautiful tragedy
A work of nature at the time of tragedy...showing there is an eternal cycle or balance there.
When you think about it, this thing of beauty is a living creature being buried alive! But it is beautiful nonetheless.
One of your best endings, sir.
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