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The Moon in Edmond, Oklahoma
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The Moon in Edmond, Oklahoma |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Cursed is my heart as it weeps at dreams lost, cursed forever to bitter tears as the music goes in the night, vast stars above; Polaris is long gone from the remains of my memory, when once the stars shone fair and engulfing love swept over me, and in songs unknown I sang in blinding love, remains of innocence. ................................. The memories of a fiery summer upon the lawn, I dashed across the sprinklers, slided across the wet slide, laughed in delight, beat others to the slide, never feared the camera, always smiled, my eyes reflected the sun fivefold and in my eyes the stars were mirrored, as in those days long ago the stars sang and my eyes were lovely as Triton's oceans- now, one day I do remember, when I was alone in the backyard, the sun was going down fast, the moon was rising with heavenly winds, that I did stand upon the big slide high off the ground, with pulses sweet and laughing as the wind softly blew against my hair, no tears fell from my eyes, for I knew I should not cry, not so young, as the moon rose and rose in the clear skies of long ago; my mind sang to God, ready to hug him, of what was so long my aegis, my protector, and of what so long had been, and shall be; I was five, my hands clung to the rails of the high slide, stars appearing, tens of galaxies and star clusters emerging in the escastic night, and my eyes delighted in the wonder of what was so long ago, my friends, the sweet little stars, and the Big Dipper of my memories- only five years of memories, as the pale moon looked upon me and my face calmly frozen filled with silence as one so young buried in thought and the laughter that would never stop, before lungs would burst; I felt calm, I was a conqueror of hatred, I loved with my whole heart brilliantly and I had two voices in my head: good and evil. The devil hated me with all his might and even more, for I hated none, and I knew he was there, but my will shone in its battle cry as he fell to defeat over and over again; my angel was always around my prayers were always answered people healed suddenly, always. I looked at the moon with aching love, pale as the moon, my heart wept but my face was still and I knew grief even so young, so my heart struggled at only five years old, and I knew the hopelessness of silence.. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Amazing. So glad to have you back, and posting such incredible work. |
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LngJhnAg Member Elite
since 1999-07-23
Posts 3508Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion |
Man - this is good - no - this is really good - I could the moon rising, and feel the joy of being young. Thanks, Artur |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Beautiful, Artur. There is no other way to describe it. ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." |
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poetFemmeFatale Member Elite
since 1999-07-25
Posts 2646Arkansas |
Fabulous man, I could clap till my hands sore....!! I felt I was there !!! Bravo! ------------------ I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
WOw...what a message ------------------ "In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer" ~Albert Camus |
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Paul Allen Lupien Member
since 1999-09-09
Posts 114Ferndale,Mi.USA |
Longing for the moon itself-a description of the human condition.No matter how happy with our little world,we are ever beckoned further.Perhaps our true nature lies elsewhere...a provacative thought from an evocotive poem. "Remember,you did not come from the stars-the stars came from you." (PAL) As usual,well done. ------------------ |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Lupien, what an interesting response! LongJohn, you were right that this is about how joyful the feeling of being young is, and also I write this due to how I remembered loving myself so much ... notice how I seem to be narcassistic in this poem - one major part of this poem was that I loved myself so much.. I'm not sure if I love myself quite so much anymore but this was an interesting poem for me to write, so ... there!  Lupien, you brought up another notion I hadn't thought of. I never thought of the poem that way but that's a very nice statement. Thank you, Sunshine, LongJohn, Elizabeth, PoetFatale, Hoot, and Lupien. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Arthur, all I can say is wow. So nicely done, my poems are 3 year olds scribbles compared to this..: ------------------ Words that enlighten the soul are more precious than jewels. ~Isis~ |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Isis, it flatters me very much to hear something like that said by a reputable poet like you. Thank you. But I disagree. It obviously took you a lot of effort writing your poems. My thoughts just flow differently from everyone, just as does everyone's. [This message has been edited by Artur Hawkwing (edited 09-17-99).] |
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