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With One Hand and One Heart
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With One Hand and One Heart |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments 
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A sheath of blackened apathy Falls between our souls Separating Leaving us abandoned Within our hollow existance. The gunshots rip the sky Slicing through the nameless As we walk quickly by Giving not a glance As blood curdles at our feet. Our mother cries acid tears As her emerald heart dies Falling helplessly Squirming under the spinning blade Of destructive progress. Silent screams of the oppressed Struggle to lay dormant For if truth should be revealed The wicked price Could be their lives. Shallow perfection reigns Within suburban utopias Where fresh paint And warm candlelight Gild us with ignorance. With one hand and one heart The scarlet path many tread Can begin to clear It's cold, barren soil Free to grow dreams again. The symphony of sweet release Needs but one voice to begin But the melody cannot sing If our spirits live in the shadows And fail those who need us most. *Krista Knutson* One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. ~*Antonio Porchia*~ |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
What a dark piece, Krista. The imagery you used was brilliant in its description of pain and darkness. I really like this poem, especially the closing stanza. It had me tingling. Great poem Krista. In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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Mistikman Senior Member
since 2000-01-10
Posts 682San Jose, CA, USA |
Great poem Alwye. It is very dark and mysterious  I am not a poet, I am merely one who speaks in emotion |
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Beki Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1569Newport Beach, CA, USA |
Dark, effective imagery...especially taken with: "Silent screams of the oppressed Struggle to lay dormant For if truth should be revealed The wicked price Could be their lives. Shallow perfection reigns Within suburban utopias Where fresh paint And warm candlelight Gild us with ignorance." |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I've read your work since you joined and have often told you that your gift is a wonder to behold. This is one of your best!  |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Thank you all! Ms. deVine- Especially coming from you, your comments mean a lot to me. *Krista Knutson* One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. ~*Antonio Porchia*~ |
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christies heart Member
since 1999-08-10
Posts 189NJ, USA |
Wonderful and so true. Sometimes it seems like an up hill battle and apathy has become our only shield. |
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Breathe~ Member
since 2000-02-05
Posts 315Washington... |
What an eye opener...I can shamefully say I have been guilty of wearing blinders at times... This one make you think...Great job! Freedom of expression is the watch word... |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
Krissa, I love it! I loved the one on email too... but it seems to be the same one... but whatever. I still say you have a gift, and you use it! wonderful poem, and I can't wait to read another.Cassie |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
With one hand and one heart The scarlet path many tread Can begin to clear It's cold, barren soil Free to grow dreams again. Awesome piece Krista...I enjoyed every delicious word Jenny |
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Alwye
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since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Thank you all so much! *Krista Knutson* One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. ~*Antonio Porchia*~ |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
This verse just grabbed me... The gunshots rip the sky Slicing through the nameless As we walk quickly by Giving not a glance As blood curdles at our feet. Excellent work! <*\\\>< There's only two ways you can go... One way you can save your riches, And the other will save your soul. Rich Mullins |
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