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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She walked towards The timeless horizon As if time was a capsule standing on a pyramid In the center of the earth. She walked with such dignity Her throat took The breathes of the falcons That swerved in and out The rivers of the sun Those that chose to watch Chose wisely Chose with such a deliberate stare Their eyes became the destiny of the wind The earth and the sand Became her template The source for her journey The balcony of her thoughts Strumming the earthÕs sky Like the peace that Rested in the far distance She walked as far as the roses of her heart For her heart knew When it would be time to finally stop. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
??? where's the red scarf? Is it the horizon? Sorry I don't understand your poems, maybe they are just too deep for me. Kat >^..^< |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Kat, the red scarf is what you make of it. It represents the antagonist well here. Cheers! |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
With your permission already given via Kat, I make of the red scarf, the horizon, as Kat suggested, the path that everyone’s eyes is glued to, the connection of all human entities of the poem, the power within the protagonist and within the poem, the timelessness of the poem, the timelessness of a red scarf (I don't quite see how it represents the antagonist, but accept your word for it - would love a reply on that)– and the timeless red scarf is only a tiny facet of my immense, breathless pleasure in this poem. I, too, find some of your poems difficult to understand, and sometimes don’t reply, intending to come back and read them again, and time and other commitments demand my attention and I don’t always get back. But don’t change anything because of that. You are a poet, par excellence, because you write exactly what you write. I am one of those watchers who watched with “such a deliberate stare” and in awe. This is very cinematographic and I would love to watch a movie which ended with that scene, but it would have to be a movie, worthy of it. Owl |
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