Open Poetry #1 |
Scream of the Unamused |
Haskins Member
since 1999-06-26
Posts 85Dallas, TX |
It seems a day-- Or years-- Ago, When lazy water Gurgled low Across the sun-baked Silver stones To fold in pools Of white-washed bone, That I first noticed I was alone. And what else could I do, but laugh, And chisel out My epitaph Upon the face Of swirling sky, Where timid echoes Breed and die, And there are No such fools as I... ------------------ William Haskins AKA The Mad Monk http://www.ionstorm.com/public/haskins/inner_sanctum.htm |
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Sheila Junior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 23Lansing, Michigan, Ingham |
I like this, it flows nicely, very good |
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CSwtThng Member
since 1999-07-28
Posts 124 |
Good poem, but know your never alone if you walk with God. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
EXCELLENT!!! This poem works wonderfully. You should be quite proud of yourself with this one. I love the imagery, the tone, the thought and especially the flow like that water you speak of....softly flowing but crashing thoughts upon this rock of a mind of mine. Absolutely loved this piece! |
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Haskins Member
since 1999-06-26
Posts 85Dallas, TX |
Thanks for your comments. It's always nice to read them... I'll resist the temptation, CSwtThng, to respond the the comment about God, except to say that I truly believe in my heart that the person who believes that God walks with them is the most alone of all. ------------------ William Haskins AKA The Mad Monk http://www.ionstorm.com/public/haskins/inner_sanctum.htm |
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