Open Poetry #41 |
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Rebirth |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
When the last man died when the last dark wraith shrieked away with his soul he left a devastated earth, charred ruins and death to mock the universe: his legacy, his declaration of independence from his God and Creator. Man's travail upon the earth was not for nought; his efforts brought forth the fruit he sought: when the last man died, no life remained to either mourn his death or rejoice at his passing as the case may be: the earth stood naked, formless and empty waiting once more. The winds of time blew harsh and cold dissipating his poisoned mists and the sands of time whispering, hissed angrily grinding, burying eroding every dream of conquest and every mindless scheme and no one left to count the passing years of timeless...time... when out on the dunes, through shifting sands from the bosom of the earth and the centre of the galaxy, joined by a shaft of brilliant light, two human forms appear, a young woman and a young man: female and male to cast their living shadow over the land once more: reluctantly death's black shadow steps back --and time awakens-- on the eve of Genesis... These two kneel, heads bowed to one another in reverence, then slowly begin the ritual of re-creation: side by side, arms outstretched to parching winds to biting sands, they stand facing South their eyes blazing with the fire of truth in their heart: they nod and smile at one another, her left hand palm to palm to his right, his left arm and her right describing a perfect arc to East and to West: a rainbow bursts forth springing new life from within the dance. Clouds form in the brazen sky and somewhere the rain begins to fall, rivers to flow, oceans to fill: the sky turns blue grass and tree undulate in fresh breezes; hooves thunder over the land, and the air fills with song and flapping wing: snow upon a mountaintop, waves upon a shoreline, thunder across a darkened vale, the sudden rustling of leaves, the mating call and the wind ululating in an outstretched wing; the laughter of innocence from a human child riding a white unicorn: a primordial song of joy the heartbeat of the New Earth... new life reclaims paradise where life will be once more and forever remain in the perfection of this day. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed reading this...James |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
VERY interesting! I am particularly fond of: "when the last man died, no life remained to either mourn his death or rejoice at his passing as the case may be: the earth stood naked, formless and empty waiting once more. The winds of time blew harsh and cold dissipating his poisoned mists and the sands of time whispering, hissed angrily grinding, burying eroding every dream of conquest and every mindless scheme and no one left to count the passing years... (of "Deep-Time?!")... this 'write' leaves much to contemplate! applause!! |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
I find your writing facinating, WindWalker. Ida |
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