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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Out to the East Cloud armies, waiting Sour cream washed, In magenta glow ~ Nature rips her deceitful cloak Swallows whole the golden radiance Towers of twisting manic frenzy Rolling back the placid blue ~ Dagger shards of violet raging Stab the swirling writhing fury Whiplash rain rides the wild wind Hammering on the Prelate’s door ~ Nurse, clad in starched efficiency Looks down at death with practised eyes Departing peal of bell sound thunder Réquiem, ætérnam dona eis, |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Friend The reality in this is simply amazing. The first two stanzas show: The relationship of human bondage, and the human,futile need to break the physical, natural chains that bind us to the earths free will, and processes. And then the third stanza: Shows our futile trys at depending on clergy to show us the way out of those proscesses. "Whiplash rain rides the wild wind Hammering on the Prelate’s door" The finally-a dedication to a genius composer: "Réquiem,ætérnam dona eis" -Grant them eternal rest. Mozart is smiling in his grave. Nameste "Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
What an incredible choice of words, Cari! A Storm it is in impressive colors. Combined with departure it becomes even more powerful. A sudden change where radiance is swallowed and darkness hides the unknown. A new sun will rise ... also for the soul, I trust. Margherita |
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