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Saturday's Child

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Soleil
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0 posted 09-27-1999 09:19 PM       View Profile for Soleil   Email Soleil   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Soleil

On one afternoon of deadly silence
When only their heartbeats were at play
The sound of sighs were at riot
On a maiden dusk darkened shore.
And though evil was slowly stirring
It was the sound of a chilling breeze
That startled their rising and falling
As they took their plunge at sea.
The water hued to tourquoise
And swiftly nature's song did rise.
Emerging as the cruel wind blew
They held as one the breath of desire.
In panic, without prior daring grace
Saturday’s child raised her head
And said not a word, but wished instead
For the trace of memory now received
For the bearable brilliance now perceived
In order to erect new cliffs of stone.
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There are good phrases and the quality is there. I would like to have a better understanding of the meaning.
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2 posted 09-27-1999 10:37 PM       View Profile for Soleil   Email Soleil   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Soleil

Ah, well that would be telling. But their is some biblical allusion. And I guess you'd have to know the nursery ryhme.
No great work of art...birds scuttle in the dust.
 
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