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Retribution |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California 
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Retribution Somewhere under the rotting leaves, Blackened by an early frost; Alone, the forsaken heart greaves Over a life been lost. But the sacrifice of a pawn, Albeit, born to be more; Mournful echoes are sweetly drawn Across the forest floor. Though Time, kindly, will remove the Stench of decayed devotion; And all the memories of a Man, lost to his emotion... Betrayed by blood, the blurred edge of Light once served as his guise... A price well paid, if but for love, Darkness now claims its prize. As, without understanding a word, The echoes of unexpressed Longing will fade away, unheard, But never be given rest. Between the fear and the fantasy, 'Neath a canopy of branches; And "might have been's" that will never be For a man fresh out of chances... The hawk's scream of frustration rises, Past the legacy of fear; And from shadow, slowly improvises What none else could hold dear. Supported only by a dream, Weakest link in the chain; For a moment, with both eyes a gleam, Dares to see past the pain. Climbing from the chasm, if but To accommodate the change; Still, seeing more clearly with eyes shut, Tends to permanently estrange... And, without option to acquiesce, Not much remains but confusion. Points made are all lost, more or less, For you'll draw your own conclusion. And, staring from a fragile frame, A scarecrow drawing no notice... Duly rewarded, will catch the blame Upon his field, a plague of locusts. One curve after another, his To share the cause and woe for... So appreciative the distant forest is, For that heart buried neath its floor. Now maybe it's just the price of Lack of consideration, Holding head high, no thought of love To bring to commiseration. As thrown into turmoil, you stand, Watching your life's work atrophy. Heart buried, finding yourself still damned By the unerring memory. Until, beholding your wasteland, Your posture finally gives way... The sight of all you held drinking the sand, And slipping unto yesterday. You arms, they sag; your eyes, they long, But with no dreams left to harrow... The distant forest yields its haunting song, While living dead becomes your tomorrow. Michael Anderson Did I waste it? Not so much I couldn't taste it. Bono [This message has been edited by Michael (06-27-2012 07:48 PM).] |
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Startime1955 Senior Member
since 2012-04-22
Posts 1072Alberta, Canada |
WOW!!! Very passionate writing...this poem takes the reader into the depth of feelings shared by a tormented heart...*BIG HUGS* *may our dreams ever be magical* |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I was in that forest smelling decay and rot with you, Michael. You are so fantastic with your descriptive phrases one would have to be in a comma to not let your words affect them. Another write from the depths of your soul, buddy. Keep 'em coming. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Ooooh, I like this, it paints a wonderful yet dark scene and I like how it flows. Enjoyed. -Trina |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
And "might have been's" that will never be For a man fresh out of chances... All too often, I forget to breathe when I read your words. They're that powerful, that gripping... And that reaction doesn't diminish as the words become familiar... each read reaches in and grabs my heart. Knowing how this came to be just make it all the more impressive... If I had the grace to do so, I'd give a deep curtsey in homage to your talent. But being a klutz... I'll just applaud. *S* Wonderful work! |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Startime1955, Thank you, if from a tormented heart.  JP, I’m afraid you’ll have to give all the credit for the descriptive phrases in this one to southern… She sends me challenges phrases all the time. Sometimes I wait and use like 20 up all in one shot, just so I can sass her for not sending enough. That was the case here. s1nfully_1nn0c3nt, Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed. Ruth, Lol… you actually found a phrase in there that I wrote. See, I told you that you weren’t sending me enough phrases. I am glad you enjoyed it. Send more pls!Michael |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Each time I think I've found phrases that are diverse enough they can't possibly be worked into one poem, you prove me wrong... AGAIN! LOL Genius with pen, you are... I'm actually grateful that hatching egg is still feeling neglected. LOL And you want more??? *G* Hmmm... I'll have to find my thinking cap. *G* You know I can't resist... those of us who can't build bonfires are honored to fetch kindling. LOL |
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