“Vanitas Still Life” by Michael Conrad Hirt (1630)
A poem about mortality, art and legacy. Written on the 2nd July 2016.
“Spark in Time”
These numb fingers and this rusting brain.
This yellowing parchment and raptor’s mane.
Words of power, wisdom and change.
On tablet immortal by window pane.
Lines unending, scrawled in time.
Moments captured, verse and rhyme.
And when fingers and brain no longer tick.
When candle on sill is reduced to wick.
The words remain, poignant and strong.
Immortal on paper, when author’s gone.
The Book of Hangman 
“Immortal on paper, when author’s gone” – certainly a worthwhile goal.
Thank you for sharing this piece.
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Thank you for reading it, much appreciated!
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I agree with philessatry. I would love to leave something behind for future generations to notice and still read! Great words and something to aspire to!
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I think that’s what most people desire, a pseudo form of immortality. Something to leave behind saying “I was here”. Thanks for checking it out!
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Luv’d this!
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Thank you! Thanks for sharing too!
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