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Even Poets Must Die - My Final Posting
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Even Poets Must Die - My Final Posting |
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skysight Junior Member
since 1999-08-14
Posts 22 |
Even Poets Must Die "Oh Goddess of light, truth, and knowledge," I cast my circle and pray. "What shall happen? What will we do? They silenced my voice today." I light the candles and toss my stones, murmuring all the while. "This is the start of the end." "Oh Goddess of words, beauty, and light, we are lost without hope. Our people are nothing without our legends and tales, how in your name will we cope?" I sit and I pray, eyes alight with the fire, flickering stars, and peaceful wind. "Oh Goddess of love, light, and the pen, I fear for my words," I cry. "They silenced my voice, vanquished my sword, and even poets must die." The circle has closed, I extinguish my candles, and sit under the trees and cry. "Oh Goddess, oh Goddess, they silenced my voice today, and even poets must die. Even poets must die." [This message has been edited by skysight (edited 08-01-2000).] |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL |
I think poets die in many ways.  Not just in the physical sense. Enjoyed the work here. Nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? "Thoreau" |
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DarkKnight Junior Member
since 1999-09-23
Posts 12 |
I like your use of metaphors here, the sense of not just a death of a voice, but the impending spiritual death of the speaker. Well written, I enjoyed this. She walks in silence and waits in shadow. She is my lady and my angel. |
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rosepetals25
since 2000-05-31
Posts 3076PA |
skysight, I liked this alot, powerful writing. Poets will live forever in a sense.. as long as one person reads their art.. their memory will live on. rosepetals25 |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The silent poet the empty voice dies in the wind press on my words press on the voice must be saved the silence is soon broken the voice not silent still the poets breathe together, muses drink their fill Silence cannot tame them Not eternity break their spell the poets voice is timeless be they in heavon or in hell Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 'Tis |
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Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
The silent poet the empty voice dies in the wind press on my words press on the voice must be saved the silence is soon broken the voice not silent still the poets breathe together, muses drink their fill Silence cannot tame them Not eternity break their spell the poets voice is timeless be they in heavon or in hell Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling 'Tis |
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kaile
since 2000-02-06
Posts 5146singapore |
harlow there,skysight i enjoyed the read and wish you well in life...do pop back from time to time to say hi |
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