Open Poetry #2 |
Saturday's Child |
Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
On one afternoon of deadly silence When only their heartbeats were at play The sound of sighs were at riot On a maiden dusk darkened shore. And though evil was slowly stirring It was the sound of a chilling breeze That startled their rising and falling As they took their plunge at sea. The water hued to tourquoise And swiftly nature's song did rise. Emerging as the cruel wind blew They held as one the breath of desire. In panic, without prior daring grace Saturday’s child raised her head And said not a word, but wished instead For the trace of memory now received For the bearable brilliance now perceived In order to erect new cliffs of stone. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
There are good phrases and the quality is there. I would like to have a better understanding of the meaning. |
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Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
Ah, well that would be telling. But their is some biblical allusion. And I guess you'd have to know the nursery ryhme. No great work of art...birds scuttle in the dust. |
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