Sorry I’ve been somewhat quiet.. Life been boring so I’ve been partying hard :
Which leads me to states of this
Which means I’ve been lazy
More soon.. Promise!
There are notebooks in my room – some are half empty, whilst others hardly have a space left in them. Truth be told, its more the former than the latter, but they are being filled, slowly if not steadily.
Some of the entries as i have mentioned before, are fragments which i write at random, and use where i see fit.
Some of them are short pieces on their own right.
This particular piece, if I remember correctly was written after a long day of perusing Keats ( one of my favourite poets) .
Keats reoccurring themes of beauty, how it faded, and how nothing ever lasted forever, fascinated me, and this short piece is a result of said fascination.
I imagine, if nothing else, i could call this an Ode to Keats, but for now; its untitled.
And if truth be told,
As we all know it must
Beauty has grace
And poor love, is its folly
But Beauty must fade
Leaving but a ghost of grace
Grey and withered, Beauty’s champion
Now in steady decline
Love has none of this,
its companions saved of beauty’s decline
young forever, joyfully biding their time
But the clouds are pretty