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Dirge
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Dirge |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Dirge I watch the tide receding in A manner I once thought brilliant. No where to hide, pent with chagrin, I view it now less resilient. The rivers drawn – the souls disperse Unto a sky implicated, Yet linger on in misspent verse Like a hunger never sated. The banner flown, flitting the ledge, The hero stands on love, undaunted… But dies alone, acquitting pledge Of the love nobody wanted. Where I assume such patterned thought To be indelibly inlaid, But dare not presume to be fraught By simple arguments conveyed. Still I can’t help look to the past In sort of timeless reverie… Recalcitrant, scarred with a vast View of all I could never be. But cast not mournful glances backward, No, steady your eyes and hold course… While ill-timed fate’s its own reward, You need not share in my remorse. Still, waking to another day In a place like this just rots your soul. Nothing ventured, nothing gained they say, But words alone won’t make you whole. And as purpose pushes to the verge, I find reflection draws me back. If to add but one more verse ‘this dirge… And muse over all I now lack. Michael Anderson |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
YOU...just made me get a dictionary. *splutter* The last two stanzas are the ones that really got me. The quiet resignation that underlies everything... You certainly know how to make a girl feel.  (hugs) |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"Still I can’t help look to the past In sort of timeless reverie…" Excellent writing! Love this line made a light go on, on my thinking cap. JL  Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
"But words alone won’t make you whole." No... but if ever ones could, they'd be from your pen. *S* And sometimes, some words help... even when they can't heal. *S* "Still I can’t help look to the past In sort of timeless reverie… Recalcitrant, scarred with a vast View of all I could never be. But cast not mournful glances backward, No, steady your eyes and hold course… While ill-timed fate’s its own reward, You need not share in my remorse." This verse really resonates in my heart... both because of its sad beauty and because I'm definitely guilty of looking back and flogging myself with "if only"s... However personal the lines are, they hold a mirror to many a face. *S* |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Nicole, haha, now I only owe you two trips. Nattering... derpy... lol, are those in there? JL, oooh, I hope to see a poem come of it... and thank you. Ruth, yeah, I think we're both a little guilty of overflogging in my opinion. you're right about words... they are powerful little things, very capable of helping, and even healing... even if my pen refuses to admit it. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A truly excellent write, Michael, it has a very melancholic sound, that wraps the reader in its magnetic power. Margherita |
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