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Archeological Travesty

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Jana Tovey
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0 posted 05-31-2000 09:02 AM       View Profile for Jana Tovey   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Jana Tovey

They lie side by side
just as they stood for a lifetime.
They whisper secrets that they alone can hear
just as they did for a lifetime.
They feel the shifting sands above them,
the eternal movement of mankind...
usually in a forward direction,
but sometimes backsliding,
just as they have for an eternity.

Side by side they were discovered,
uncovered by a trick of weather,
elements and shifting sand
disturbed the eternal slumber
of the lovers from the dawn of time.

Now they lie in separate spaces,
more distant than they have ever been.
Traces of their past surround them,
the bits and pieces that once defined them.
They feel the watchers all about them,
their eternal movement...
not forward, more of a circular pattern,
sometimes stopping and waiting,
to ponder the secrets of eternity.
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2dalimit
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1 posted 05-31-2000 09:50 AM       View Profile for 2dalimit   Email 2dalimit   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for 2dalimit

That was a great read.
Thanks
Melton
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2 posted 05-31-2000 09:51 AM       View Profile for Poet deVine   Email Poet deVine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Poet deVine

Jana this is great! I've never considered what happens to those mummies that are dug up and sent to different museums...excellent subject and done nicely!  
Sudhir Iyer
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3 posted 05-31-2000 10:21 AM       View Profile for Sudhir Iyer   Email Sudhir Iyer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sudhir Iyer

What an exquisite thought process...

"They feel the watchers all about them,"

Really enjoyable, and conveniently handled words, delicately placed effortlessly...had a great read here, Jana, Thank You.

Regards, sudhir


 Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....

by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall
Corinne
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4 posted 05-31-2000 11:54 AM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Oooh, so chilling and yet, a closeness of eternity adds warmth.  Love IT!

Corinne
 
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