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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Silhouette Dream-struck, vision-torn, a man, or something less or more, moves through a growing dusk across an arid plain. His lined face streaked with dust, he shambles, stumbles, falls, claws his way to stand. Shod in blood, accompanied by the keening wind and the dying sun he staggers into waiting distance. Watching ravens call, a chant of brotherhood or song of celebration or entreaty. Who can know the meaning of a harbinger, an omen, augury of mortality? Listen to the wind. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
WOW!!! I am reading Louis L'amour and this poem felt like one of his characters...magnificent how you opened this vision...Very well done...A poem to be enjoyed by those with vision... |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Nan~ I am SO  ~This is outstanding~ You rock gal~ *Huglets*  ~*Marge*~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Who can know the meaning of a harbinger, an omen, augury of mortality? Listen to the wind. ~*~ My kind of writing... and my kind of reading! Thank you, Nan |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
Thanks guys, I wanted to paint an image. I'm glad it worked for you. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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