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Artur Hawkwing
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0 posted 08-09-99 03:12 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

The Summer Ship

The sea beyond, winds sighing,
before noon sun came blazing that desert sky
that day, in that land far, far away,
before the stars came up, before the night gathered;
then I remembered pitiless waters enchanted
in memories afar, as under the sea I drowned,
a thousand leagues unto dark cold,
and my soul was consumed in the sea;
a sea of living pain, of severed waters gnashing-

to have lived in pain, and never given up,
then woven the dark ‘round me, to trap the darkness;
for so strongly I hated the darkness, and fervently-
I had no intention of hurting a living soul,
but that day, in the land afar, my soul was drowned
consumed in the darkness surrounding;
I found myself in a land lost, worlds away,
upon waking, and my eyes anguished now looked,
only to find nothing in sight in the horizons-
so beat was I, so lost, yet I yearned with such fire
to regain love lost, some faint memory
that I had nearly forsaken love.

Then I looked to the sky, and despaired,
and God gave me eyes to seek out love emitting
in the air, around me surrounding-
yet bitter waters yet rocked the world awash
as long as I lived,
and I looked at the dry, barren earth,
hoping for life, hoping for escape,
for I would not rely on my logic but my heart;
for love goes first before logic,
and I believed so.

But my eyes were cold fire
and my face painted like a rock;
but underneath, my heart was set aflame
like the flaming star of the north,
despair looking out an unbreakable window;
then while I walked one night
underneath all the stars fluting harmonically,
knowing hell abandoned me long since,
I did see a shimmering figure in the pale moonlight
and my heart twisted again in anguish
as the small figure walked on up,
saying, “This is only the beginning for you.”
Losing contact with the world had become so easy!
Now, to regain contact with the world...
AND my heart bled inwards, not outwards.

The small child took me on a ship,
saying, “Keep thy eyes open for the shore.”
Under blazing sky in its blue glory
and gray clouds finally floating above-
eagerly, I looked towards seeing the rain fall,
for surely a cool drop could refresh me,
and even more I hoped for a flood on the shore.
Now, a few days on the ship alone with this fellow
and this child said she was sent to pick me up,
and when I asked by who, she said,
“I just know. Nobody I can name.”
And my response, “You don’t know who sent you?
Yet you come and get me?”
The merry gal says, “That’s right.”
But an undying light rests upon her face
and I read love emitting out-
then a flash of rain pours upon me,
and I am soaked to my bones;
the sea rocks and thunder flashes,
on the exterior as well as the interior,
and my thoughts ring:
when once had barren desert sky
ever been replaced by storm at sea?

That memory strained with might
as my world turned hell loose,
and sudden without knowing it,
I felt the tears on my cheek:
when once had barren desert sky
ever been replaced by storm at sea?

and I studied that innocent face,
surely it accused me of nothing, nothing!
It pitied me however,
and I knew a friend there.
Long, long before ever reaching the shore.

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Written for someone who asked me to come up with something concerning how children can truly affect a harder generation.
© Copyright 1999 Artur Hawkwing - All Rights Reserved
tori
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1 posted 08-09-99 03:31 PM       View Profile for tori   Email tori   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit tori's Home Page   View IP for tori

Artur, this is so beautiful.. great job you've done here.. so very discriptive....
Yes so true how the face of a child can sometimes smack us back to the light of what is real,
as your words have eloquently shown here..
Thanks for pointing me here I've truly enjoyed....:-)
Thinking!!
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Artur Hawkwing
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2 posted 08-09-99 03:41 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

I'm honored, thank you ... something that might have helped with the poem last night was watching the Biography of Michael Landon on Tv... the way he treated children, and the way he acted on the show Little House on the Prarie... well, it kinda got to me. :-)
Artur Hawkwing
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3 posted 08-09-99 10:24 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Wondering if anybody else will respond to this one? It took me three hours.

I apologize for my overzealot attitude.
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4 posted 08-09-99 11:14 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

No need for apologies at all. It's very easy to see the work and effort that went into this piece. The imagry and sculpture of the lines is excellent and efficient, with few wasted words and it is well thought out. This is a piece that makes one proud to write. Thank you for the effort that went into it.
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5 posted 08-09-99 11:14 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

No need for apologies at all. It's very easy to see the work and effort that went into this piece. The imagry and sculpture of the lines is excellent and efficient, with few wasted words and it is well thought out. This is a piece that makes one proud to write. Thank you for the effort that went into it.
Artur Hawkwing
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6 posted 08-09-99 11:29 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Thanks for your two cents, Balladeer... ~shrugs~ I still can't help feeling proud of this piece.
Nan
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7 posted 08-10-99 09:16 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

You've certainly outdone yourself - This is a very intense piece of work - You have good reason to be proud - and the rest of you guys out there....READ THIS ALREADY!!!...

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Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done:
For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits,
Than I am sure I have in my whole five.
~ ˛1592 Wm. Shakespeare ~ Romeo & Juliet ~ ii. iv. 75


Artur Hawkwing
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8 posted 08-11-99 06:59 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Thanks Nan! With all the humor swirling around in netpoets, I don't think I've outdone myself. Thanks!! I am getting better at this, commenting and everything... maybe the humor can come later?
Artur Hawkwing
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9 posted 08-17-99 05:57 PM       View Profile for Artur Hawkwing   Email Artur Hawkwing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Artur Hawkwing

Can a piece ever get too old to read? So twice, I'm taking the most daring initiative to bring this one back up.

*a touch of REPLY and the thing flew ten pages*
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10 posted 09-29-2005 03:52 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Artur

I'm replying to this to let you know that I really enjoyed your poem, but more importantly to tell you that, a piece can never get too old to read!!!
 
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