Fame (Silence and Life)

When you’ve been marked

and filed away

and blades of grass replace legions

of euphoric fans,

the only unfettered applause left

will be the rustling of trees above.

.

But you will not hear it

as you lie at arm’s length,

forever

next to a stranger,

more accustomed to soil

than stars.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i hope that day for me comes soon. the rock and roll lifestyle was a short fitful phase in my life, i dont regret it, but im glad it is over. now the soil, the trees and the sky are all i need. and i also take a lot confort in talking strangers. it's often easier than talking to people who know what i've been through.

[Relic]

Thanks for the comment, Ern. I'm also away from the rock n roll lifestyle.

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Dear Relic, I'm so sorry for your loss. I hope that you do not suffer too much strife, :) love, Maynard

[Relic]

Thank you.

[1809 Black Plague December]

You are most welcome, Dear.---Maynard

[Fabian G. Franklin]

So somber and intense. But I perceive in nature that death is never without life far behind; or life without death. Love the Cars btw. Great read. F.

[Relic]

Thank you, Fabian. :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Wonderful

Death doesn’t escape anyone

[Relic]

No, it doesn't. Thanks for the comment, Julie. :)

[John the Baptist]

Splendid, sparely told contemplation on a topic that has long fascinated me. Some go to outlandish lengths to achieve fame, only to see it pass like all else. And many celebrities find it's not what they hoped it would be.

[Relic]

Yes, you're right, John. Thanks for the comment.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Wow. This poem is wonderful. The expression of a loved one laying in the afterlife is mind glowingly creative

[Relic]

I appreciate the read, Cowboy. Thanks.

[Marie]

Each new year takes some much loved stars away from us, sadly. But their songs/music will keep them in our memory until our own day comes. I still love to listen to music of those whose music I loved and is meaningful to me. Fame and fortune are fleeting things like an elusive dream, dear Relic. A finely penned reminder that as human beings, we too, will have the same fate, one day and hopefully in the distant future. A beautiful tribute, well expressed and complemented by an excellent choice of graphic. Thank you for sharing, dear poet. Lovely work!

[Relic]

I appreciate your comment, Marie. Thank you.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear R...

[Samuel Dickens]

So many of the great ones are gone, but at least their music will live on. I loved the Cars, and think they deserved induction far more than many others. Perhaps he and Ric are together again.

[Relic]

I would hope they would be, Sam. Thanks for stopping by and the nice comment. There are far too many gone indeed.

[Chris Shaw]

It was good to return to this poem after a period of four years. Nothing has changed apart from time moving on add the fate that will eventually await us all gets nearer. A poignant reminder. Have a good day.

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Chris. It's always good to see old poems still have value for someone. :)

[DIVYA]

"and blades of grass replace legions
of euphoric fans"

These lines are just wonderful and will stay with me forever. Also, the applause by the rustling trees. So too, the conclusion of the poem. To me, this poem is one of your gems.

Fame, name, wealth, and all things of the world are so fleeting, so transient. Only the soil is our dark, permanent abode. The thought humbles me, sobering me. How forgotten will we all be and so near in the future lies this oblivion.

[Relic]

Yes Divya, It is a little scary to think we'll all be gone someday and our residency here on earth is but a comma in, hopefully, a longer story somewhere else. I appreciate the comment, thanks.

[DIVYA]

Indeed, it's the longer story we hope for.
You're most welcome, Relic.