"May Morning on Magdalen Tower" by William Holman Hunt‘Lament for Hymns, We Cease to Die’ by David Hollywood The Society April 16, 2018 Beauty, Poetry 6 Comments Part 1 Between a teardrop and the heart, We sense our feelings weakened, mourn, For sadness as the tones impart A sound perceived and now forlorn. Opposing songs composed, to ache, Before their scripted voices break, Imagined dreams, enthralled to wake, The haven of the thoughts we make. And moods and nerves elate in joy, At hearing cherished tunes on high, Amongst emotions yearned to lift, The echoes of laments adrift. Part 2 And choirs excite with voices gift The words aroused, recited, wished, Harmonic chants caressed and kiss Our serenaded dreams of bliss. In music’s flow, ascents are given, Mortal words transcend to heaven, Melodies enchant to draft Inflections of a dulcet craft. Compassion soars, exalted high, As resonance inspires a sigh, Contrite, unveiled we learn to die As passions glimpse our souls goodbye. David Hollywood co-Directed The Bahrain Writer’s Circle and founded and ‘The Colours of Life’ poetry festival in Bahrain , The Gulf, and latterly worked in Antigua, The West Indies upon a variety of poetry in performance events. He is the author of an eclectic collection of poems titled ‘Waiting Spaces’ plus co-author of ‘My Beautiful Bahrain’, ‘Poetic Bahrain’, ‘More of My Beautiful Bahrain’, ‘Lonely’ and a variety of further publications. He was the in-house poet for ‘Bahrain Confidential Magazine’ and is one of the most widely read poets in the Middle East. He is a literary critic for ‘Taj Mahal Review’ plus an essayist on the subject of poetry appreciation. There are plans for a new collection of poetry and essays to be released in 2018. David has additional responsibility for the teaching of Wine Appreciation Programmes and Themes which he developed for the hospitality industry, and currently lives in his home country of Ireland. Related Post ‘A Cello Knows’ and Other Poetry by Andrew Todd ... A Cello Knows Amidst the smoke and light and laughter Along the smiles and cheers thereafter A sound is bled, wrung free from strings It bounds an... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 6 Responses David Paul Behrens April 16, 2018 Beautiful poem, David. Reply David Hollywood April 17, 2018 Many thanks David for your kind appreciation. Reply James Sale April 19, 2018 Great sense of form here – really enjoyed these poems and their tight structure: well done. Reply David Hollywood April 20, 2018 Dear James, You are very generous and I am very pleased you have enjoyed what I structured as a two part poem (music created and heard while we live, and then afterwards!) Many thanks as always. Reply David Watt April 23, 2018 David, your two part poem is very well written. There is intensity and depth within each part, and the structure of before and after adds to the overall appeal. Reply David Hollywood April 24, 2018 Dear David, Many thanks for your kind appreciation and I am very pleased the structure and varied emphasis may have worked. Thank you again. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.