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Black Winter . |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland 
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The black wave fails to haunt me here, Outside I lived Outside I believed Outside of Outside I was born. I descended to this vacancy in the unwelcoming embrace of a black winter, not that it is of concern, for carved inside memories of your love nurture comfort. Venturing through the bleak garden of cancerous trees in a daze, always I cling to your words as a crutch of stability. In avenues of charcoal sombre ivy, against the reflect of winter hinterland, I crouch entranced by the future frozen as a corpse in snow. My eyes have failed to focus strained by infinite horizons of blinding white. Athena preserved in the hibernation orchard cries for us to be everything all at once, I wander in this desolate grey suffocated with brittle autumn leaves fragile as everything we cherish, drifting I become lost yet what is seen remains imprinted on my skin. I have prayed on this blessed ground for space to dream eternally. Thorns emerge through my slumber awaking me into a frozen agony, flowers blossom on the blood of my scars. There shall be no mercy for the weeping souls. The garden's callous nature demands that its children must suffer in the shadow of a black winter to earn the sanctuary of life. ======================= And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity, then eternity asks you and every individual in these millions and millions about only one thing: whether you have lived in despair or not. Soren Kierkegaard "The Sickness Unto Death" ------------------------------------- < !signature--> ------------------------ "We Irish are too poetic to be poets, we are a nation of brilliant failures." Oscar Wilde A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry [This message has been edited by brian madden (edited 06-20-2000).] |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
i really like this, brian. the line remains imprinted on my skin... wow that was a stinger. your imagery, as always, remains vivid and crystal clear. i feel your pain, for i tend the same garden you do. kynder The years teach much which the days never know. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Brian, this is marvelous!!! I loved that last verse!  |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Bravo, Brian!!! Simply Bravo!! Magnificent doesn't describe it. Excellent construction, use of words to convey imagery, fantastic contrasts.... I know this is not critical analysis.....but simple praise seems not enough for so good a piece as this. Hardrock |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
WOW WOW WOW this is another epic in the making Bri amazing imagery...to say the least....Im gonna come back and read this when Im AWAKE  (im breaking my own rule of not reading your DEEP poetry late at nite when me brain is fogged) ... going to get tylenol now and go to bed.. later poetic-genius-gator eve |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~WooHoo,..I could read this a thousand times. "fragile as everything we cherish", ....I love this line. Aaahh,...once again. Thanks for the read. Take care. *Peace. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
kynder, "remains imprinted on my skin" I often torture myself with past pain, and I do feel that way. Still I am nurturing some flowers od hope in my little garden. Thanks for your wonderful response. PDV, The last verse was some what improvished after a friend told me that the orginal ending was weak in comparison to the rest of the poem. Thanks for your kind words. Hardrock, simple praise will do...lol.. oh my ego is swelling from my very kind words. Thank you for your wonderful response. Jan, I think my poems are more type to read after 5 cups of coffee in the afternoon. Heh pass the tylenol. Thanks for the lovely words, hope my poem did not cause any weird dreams. SpitFire, a 1000 times. I think it might lose its charm after 5 reads. lol. but thank you so much, your support and comments mean alot. Thank YOU for taking time out to read and reply A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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