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Fear
Skies of a dark purple
Threatening
Roaring thunder
I cringe
And shiver
Lost
As fallen autumn leaves
Mummified angels
Quiet weightless
A flock of black birds
Tumbles over my house
They dance
To the echoes
Of a faded summer song
Joy, rapture
In the valley of the shadow of
Death
I cry for God's creation
Deaf to their cries of panic
And fear
Only hearing my own terror
On my cemetery
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Comment by: - 2006-03-30 16:43
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| LOVE the visual essence of the poem, try to add unexpected details the make it more complex subject... |
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Comment by: - 2006-03-21 04:02
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| You took me along for a literary voyage, having no idea that it would end with those three words. I enjoyed very much your short yet powerful blurbs to exercise your points/image. Very nice work. |
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| Very powerful. It had a modern tone to it. "Mummified angels" great line, very descriptive and powerful. |
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Comment by: - 2006-03-08 16:21
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I fear this day will come all too soon.
Live now everyone.
Wraith |
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Thanks for the sweet comments, guys.
Shaun, you have a point, but when I wrote it, the quiet was meant to emphasise the weightlessness, kinda evoking the same feeling as in silent scream, the quiet before a storm.
And kidguando, you're certainly not a dork. The Neverending Story is one of my favourites and has taught me a lot about symbolism. The Nothing was one of the most terrifying things I ever read about. Not the movie storms, but the blinding dissolving quiet Nothing from the book. |
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