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Spoken
I have walked among the dead
yet I am alive.
How is it that the water's part company?
The wind holds presence, in a world so dim.
Where is the sun?
Sands of time stand
in an unheard of stillness.
No music.
A motion of madness,
turns round and round.
A requiem of silence.
UNTIL,
The trumpet's blow on high
envoking angels to come
and carry the dead home.
I CAN SEE THEM IN THE DISTANCE.
I am alone.
I am honored.
Nothing makes sense.
I walk on,
in essence.
A tragedy that has awakened.
The revealation of one man's journey,
a single karmic act.
can change everything.
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Comment by: mitra - 2007-06-24 03:54
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| The second half of this piece brings it all together i think. Reflection in solitude can bring out surprising results. Thanks for sharing. |
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| I love your choice of words. Your imagery is great.Spoken out loud this is lovely.Thanks for the read.Sasha |
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| I think you catch this sad feelings very well. |
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| I think this is one of your more recentlt written pieces. YOur work was wonderful before but one can see how you have grown as a writer. Great write! |
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hi,
first off;
"A motion of madness,
turns round and round.
A requiem of silence." I really love how this couplet falls into the next line. It was some really subtly alliteration, and it really helped the piece along I thought.
beautiful words over all. Very poignant.
Thanks for sharing this poem.
peace,
MM |
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