Open Poetry #47 |
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There Was Silence |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas ![]() |
There was Silence When the deer stopped running, it was just inside the forest edge beside a stream hidden but for it's voice speaking with the rocks over which it flowed. When the deer fell, it was slowly, buckling at the knees, trembling mightily, struggling to stay on it's feet, quivering with the urge to run some more. When the deer lay on the ground and licked the pulsing spurts of life flowing across it's chest to mix in the stream dampened earth, it sighed . . . a deep, bubbly, lonely cry. When the deer lay down it's head, it's nose touched the water of the stream, the red bubbles of it's breath mingling, and speaking with the water to the rocks over which it flowed; to plants along it's edge, to other deer drinking of it's strength, to the trees, the birds and all which drank. When the deer died . . . When the deer... died © wesley james beard, jr. july 2011 [This message has been edited by jwesley (07-31-2011 03:05 AM).] |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This is so sad. I know animals die, but it breaks my heart still. Alison |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I'm with Ali...it is actually a great poem and your imagery is such that it is hard on us non-hunting softies. Well done (sniff, sniff) Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, I could never kill a deer, except for food and I was starving. You parlayed the dying of the deer spectacularly. ~ Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get. ~ |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is a good poem but it breaks my heart. I will never be able to understand how anyone could kill something that is so defenseless. Ida [This message has been edited by Marchmadness (08-01-2011 08:22 PM).] |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Very well written. It definately grabs you. It seems to give us all a moment of silence after the reading... maybe in hopes for a different outcome that we know won't be there. |
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Prasad Nataraj Senior Member
since 2008-05-29
Posts 1149Bangalore,India |
Still there seems positivity in the poem; the end life is not actually the end of it, is it? It’s a new beginning. Fine writing. "The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts" |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
geez, I'm sad enough already tonight, then this goodness ![]() |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Again another good one. But where the Mohicans? Oh yeah, I forgot . . . (-; John . [This message has been edited by Huan Yi (08-01-2011 03:25 PM).] |
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suthern![]() ![]()
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I grew up in a family of hunters and used to be a deadly shot... as long as my target was a row of tin cans. *S* I've never understood the destruction of beauty as a sport... or how anyone thinks an animal's head should be mounted on a wall instead of left on the living animal. There was silence when I finished this poem... a silence of sadness and of awe... Ya done good, my friend. *S* |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
The words reach into the heart...James |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Whether the deer was shot (which I thought) or just running because it was dying and didn't know what else to do, it was sad. I, on the one hand am good with hunting, although I have never killed an animal in my life. I do cringe when I see pictures of trophy kills. ~ Man who stands on toilet is high on pot. ~ |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
There where times when I have felt like the deer, Remembering, Ms. E |
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