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Michael

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Member Rara Avis

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0 posted 2002-02-25 09:58 AM

Mourning of the Night

I hear the silence sing to me -
The mourning of the Night;
Through the darkness, a symphony
Of dread-enmeshed delight.
The echoes rake the forest, void
Of all life would enhance;
And there with Shadow, undeployed,
Await deliverance.

I stand to meet the muted cry
With eyes half glazed and grim
Understanding why it is I,
That's been gifted this hymn.
I turn from side to side, denote
What I have always known;
The world will lie, the dead will float,
But I will stand, alone.

Still somewhere ‘twixt the living and
The non-living I fail
To comprehend, to hold at hand,
That but Night could avail.
It seems to me pure blasphemy,
This mimicry of voice;
And yet I sing, by her decree,
Alas, I have no choice.

For through the eyes that watch me, still
As death and dark as plight;
I see hopes I could never fill,
Wrongs I could never right.
Even so, virtues unattained
Have seemed to garner trust;
Not to belie the unexplained,
I know, simply, I must...

Till forest shadows bring to me
The sculptures of the dawn,
Till from the echoes, finally free,
The daylight lingers on;
Till from the solemn faces found
Within this world of light,
I pull my voice, let silence sound
The mourning of the Night.

Michael Anderson

02/25/02

But dreams of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned and die.

EAP

[This message has been edited by Michael (02-25-2002 05:35 PM).]

Pilgrimage
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since 2001-12-04

Posts 3945
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1 posted 2002-02-25 10:11 AM

Oh my. This is a powerful poem. I've read it twice. I'm going back to read it again, but I thought I'd just let you know now, this is good.

Nan

ctowen
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since 2001-10-18

Posts 2286
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2 posted 2002-02-25 11:12 AM

The night appears to hold great depths for you ...
its silence as first light appears does hold a mystical moment.
An excellent write Michael.

Nightshade

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since 2001-08-31

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just out of reach

3 posted 2002-02-25 01:38 PM

Till from the solemn faces found
Within this world of light,
I pull my voice, let silence sound
The mourning of the Night.

Wow, this is an exceptional piece of work. Enjoyed. Chris

Life is not measured by breaths you take, but by moments that take your breath away.

strbbux
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since 2001-12-19

Posts 3859

4 posted 2002-02-25 01:46 PM

Michael this is so wonderfully written. A wonderful touching poem and done so very well. floria

Floria

"Alas for those that never sing,
But die with all their music in them"
(Oliver Wendell Holmes)

Christopher

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5 posted 2002-02-25 03:51 PM

The mourning of the Night - Perfect.
Of dread enmeshed delight. - Should be "dread-enmeshed" note hyphen. Still, cool usage!
echoes rake the forest - sweet. LOVE this line, love it.

Amazing lines there at the beginning, tightened up with emotion toward the end. One of your better pieces as far as i'm concerned. Love it Mike - know what you said about not writing enough? yeah...

Peace,

C

Janet Marie
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since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

6 posted 2002-02-25 04:18 PM

The echoes rake the forest, void
Of all life would enhance;
And there with Shadow, undeployed,
Await deliverance.

I stand to meet the muted cry
With eyes half glazed and grim
Understanding why it is I,
That's been gifted this hymn.
I turn from side to side, denote
What I have always known;
The world will lie, the dead will float,
But I will stand, alone.

Still somewhere 'twixt the living and
The non-living I fail
To comprehend, to hold at hand,
That but Night could avail.
======================================
For through the eyes that watch me, still
As death and dark as plight;
I see hopes I could never fill,
Wrongs I could never right.
====================================

Till forest shadows bring to me
The sculptures of the dawn,
Till from the echoes, finally free,
The daylight lingers on;
Till from the solemn faces found
Within this world of light,
I pull my voice, let silence sound
The mourning of the Night.
======================================

So many lines stood out...so many images impress...as does the emote and cadence...
this must be read aloud to do it true justice...and that last verse is worth its weight in poetic gold.
Classic M poetry...a masterpiece of melancholy and melodics.

"Never made it as a wise man
couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin
Tired of livin like a blind man
sick of sight without a sense of feelin"

[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (02-25-2002 05:30 PM).]

NewEnglandlazurlu
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7 posted 2002-02-25 04:29 PM

WOW! This is a truly amazing piece of writing. Congratulations, I am so impressed. Hugs, Marti

" My wrinkles are badges of courage and reveal that I am a Mother."

PanDol
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since 2000-03-11

Posts 1245
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8 posted 2002-02-25 04:44 PM

Micahel, you never cease to amaze me!
Excellent!

[This message has been edited by PanDol (02-25-2002 04:48 PM).]

Irie
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since 1999-12-01

Posts 1493
Washington State

9 posted 2002-02-25 05:07 PM

Hey Michael,

I've been away from PIP for some time now.
I return, and there sits on the top, this piece, of course leaving me in awe.

I too love the line, "echoes rake the forest". Such a dramatic image I see.

I have to agree with both Chris and JM on your efforts and success with this piece.

Bravo Michael

~Sheri

"The things that come to those that wait may be the things
left by those who got there first"

Michael

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10 posted 2002-02-25 05:48 PM

Christopher, thanks for the catch – too bad my grammar check didn’t catch that , what’s a guy to do at four in the morning anyway?

Sheri, nice to see you again, also. I don’t make it here that often anymore either – glad we happened to cross this time.

Everyone else, sincerest thanks for the kind comments.

Michael

Poet deVine

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11 posted 2002-02-25 07:09 PM

How many times can one person write a perfect poem? I don't know, how many poems have you written Micheal? Not that all of the are perfect (darn near it though). This is one of the bestest of the perfect ones!

Sunshine

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12 posted 2002-02-25 08:45 PM

Thank you for this Beauty...

Tim
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13 posted 2002-02-25 09:06 PM

*Applause*

Corinne
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14 posted 2002-02-25 10:16 PM

Michael,

I like the thoughtful tone to this, and the whisper of hope.

Corinne

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15 posted 2002-02-25 10:34 PM

Michael, you can weave a flavor into a poem as few can. It is a gift...thanks for sharing...

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