Poem: "Constantinople"

[jjhunter]

Posted on behalf of stryck

Constantinople

We built this city
On eternity's blueprint;
An edifice of forever,
A monument to God,

But we live in time.
Time ate the stones;
It drank our health;
It stole our strength.

The city was of the world;
The world laid it low.
We wept at what was wrought.

All worldly things pass away.
We who mourned mere moonlight
Will inherit the sun.

FYI

[jjhunter]

We're currently without a prospective host for this upcoming week. If you know someone who might be interested, or if you yourself would like to host (repeat hosting is fine), please leave a comment here or PM me/email me by the end of today. Otherwise we'll go on hiatus for a week re: poetry host posting while I put some more time into recruiting.

Also, if you have the spoons, please do leave feedback on the poems by this week's Poetry Host (stryck, aka Anna Waite). Even just a line or quick observation is generally enough to start a conversation, and having in depth conversations about poetry is part of what makes this comm special. My apologies for not being quite as active myself: I have some stuff going on offline right now that's eating up the majority of my time.

Hope all's well with you all, and I look forward to catching up.

ETA: Thank you to aldersprig for stepping up to the plate! Ze will be the Poetry Host for this upcoming week.