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[greenwich]

By journey's end the scythes will have rusted.
How they long to be preserved
for gratitude of use.
But such is life
wheat and chaff thrashed
together in the same breath.
The Willows languish by the silted pool
they never had their season.
Just when we thought the highway
would take us
this omen runs.

[Psyche]

Interesting, Antony. Not sure I understand where you're going, but I certainly like your word usage. Just one nit, I think.

By journeys end the scythes will have rusted.<<<<<<<journey's
How they long to be preserved
for gratitude of use.
But such is life <<<<<<cliché?
wheat and chaff thrashed
together in the same breath. <<<<<<good biblical ref. 'Separate the wheat from the chaff'...
The Willows languish by the silted pool <<<<<<comma.
they never had their season.
Just when we thought the highway
would take us
this omen runs <<<<<Full stop. Not sure of your meaning, but I like it all the same!

Can you enlighten me a little? Tx, Syl

[greenwich]

This is about the road to death and taking into account past justice and future luck needed for this. The scythe is also the human body, the cyclical function of living, thus wheat and chaff are the mixtures in life, the flow of justice

[Psyche]

Hi again, Antony,
Now I understand it perfectly, thank you. Should have on my own. Really good, this one.
I like 'wheat and chaff are the mixtures of life' ...quite so, not easy or even possible to separate.
Syl

This is about the road to death and taking into account past justice and future luck needed for this. The scythe is also the human body, the cyclical function of living, thus wheat and chaff are the mixtures in life, the flow of justice

[Psyche]

BTW, where is everybody? I wish Lori, our Administrator, would make an appearance. Poetry websites don't function when the boss is not around. Moderators are not enough. We can only deal with certain matters, such as being vigilant about who comes in, move posts on request or necessity, answer PM's, etc.
I've sent a PM to Lori but received no answer. I think she's OK, because she's busy on Facebook with other interests.
I don't visit FB very often, but might do so to ask her why she's AWOL...

My view is that FB is the downfall of many poetry websites. I've visited some and they're OK, but slow.
But the Admins. are always around, every day. That shows that somebody cares, don't you think?

Syl

[Heather]

I had just read a poem on a similar theme and was just in the mood for this.
L1 is awesome. Perfect. Love it.
I stumbled on L3- I get it, but suggest:

out of gratitude for use

I also found 'but such is life' a bit too colloquial for the piece. If you are really committed to that line, you might consider leaving it as 'such is life'.

I love the ending. A very satisfying piece.

Heather

[greenwich]

Thank you Heather and Syl. I am very grateful for your interest in my words.

[Eisa]

Hi Antony,

Beautiful thoughts here. I love your use of the scythe and the wheat and chaff. It also reminds me of the grim reaper coming with his scythe at the journeys end.

I have to agree that such is life is cliché

These lines are beautiful

The Willows languish by the silted pool
they never had their season.



By journey's end the scythes will have rusted.
How they long to be preserved
for gratitude of use.
But such is life
wheat and chaff thrashed
together in the same breath.
The Willows languish by the silted pool
they never had their season.
Just when we thought the highway
would take us
this omen runs.

I always enjoy your poems, Antony. Short, but filled with plenty to think about

Eira