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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
The Summer Ship The sea beyond, winds sighing, before noon sun came blazing that desert sky that day, in that land far, far away, before the stars came up, before the night gathered; then I remembered pitiless waters enchanted in memories afar, as under the sea I drowned, a thousand leagues unto dark cold, and my soul was consumed in the sea; a sea of living pain, of severed waters gnashing- to have lived in pain, and never given up, then woven the dark ‘round me, to trap the darkness; for so strongly I hated the darkness, and fervently- I had no intention of hurting a living soul, but that day, in the land afar, my soul was drowned consumed in the darkness surrounding; I found myself in a land lost, worlds away, upon waking, and my eyes anguished now looked, only to find nothing in sight in the horizons- so beat was I, so lost, yet I yearned with such fire to regain love lost, some faint memory that I had nearly forsaken love. Then I looked to the sky, and despaired, and God gave me eyes to seek out love emitting in the air, around me surrounding- yet bitter waters yet rocked the world awash as long as I lived, and I looked at the dry, barren earth, hoping for life, hoping for escape, for I would not rely on my logic but my heart; for love goes first before logic, and I believed so. But my eyes were cold fire and my face painted like a rock; but underneath, my heart was set aflame like the flaming star of the north, despair looking out an unbreakable window; then while I walked one night underneath all the stars fluting harmonically, knowing hell abandoned me long since, I did see a shimmering figure in the pale moonlight and my heart twisted again in anguish as the small figure walked on up, saying, “This is only the beginning for you.” Losing contact with the world had become so easy! Now, to regain contact with the world... AND my heart bled inwards, not outwards. The small child took me on a ship, saying, “Keep thy eyes open for the shore.” Under blazing sky in its blue glory and gray clouds finally floating above- eagerly, I looked towards seeing the rain fall, for surely a cool drop could refresh me, and even more I hoped for a flood on the shore. Now, a few days on the ship alone with this fellow and this child said she was sent to pick me up, and when I asked by who, she said, “I just know. Nobody I can name.” And my response, “You don’t know who sent you? Yet you come and get me?” The merry gal says, “That’s right.” But an undying light rests upon her face and I read love emitting out- then a flash of rain pours upon me, and I am soaked to my bones; the sea rocks and thunder flashes, on the exterior as well as the interior, and my thoughts ring: when once had barren desert sky ever been replaced by storm at sea? That memory strained with might as my world turned hell loose, and sudden without knowing it, I felt the tears on my cheek: when once had barren desert sky ever been replaced by storm at sea? and I studied that innocent face, surely it accused me of nothing, nothing! It pitied me however, and I knew a friend there. Long, long before ever reaching the shore. ----------------- Written for someone who asked me to come up with something concerning how children can truly affect a harder generation. |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
Artur, this is so beautiful.. great job you've done here.. so very discriptive.... Yes so true how the face of a child can sometimes smack us back to the light of what is real, as your words have eloquently shown here.. Thanks for pointing me here I've truly enjoyed....:-) Thinking!! __________________________________________________________________________________________ If with pen in hand I've made you think I've not wasted one drop of ink vlh. [This message has been edited by tori (edited 08-09-99).] |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
I'm honored, thank you ... something that might have helped with the poem last night was watching the Biography of Michael Landon on Tv... the way he treated children, and the way he acted on the show Little House on the Prarie... well, it kinda got to me. :-) |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Wondering if anybody else will respond to this one? It took me three hours. I apologize for my overzealot attitude. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
No need for apologies at all. It's very easy to see the work and effort that went into this piece. The imagry and sculpture of the lines is excellent and efficient, with few wasted words and it is well thought out. This is a piece that makes one proud to write. Thank you for the effort that went into it. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
No need for apologies at all. It's very easy to see the work and effort that went into this piece. The imagry and sculpture of the lines is excellent and efficient, with few wasted words and it is well thought out. This is a piece that makes one proud to write. Thank you for the effort that went into it. |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Thanks for your two cents, Balladeer... ~shrugs~ I still can't help feeling proud of this piece. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You've certainly outdone yourself - This is a very intense piece of work - You have good reason to be proud - and the rest of you guys out there....READ THIS ALREADY!!!...  ------------------ Nay, if our wits run the Wild-Goose chase, I am done: For thou hast more of the Wild-Goose in one of thy wits, Than I am sure I have in my whole five. ~ ²1592 Wm. Shakespeare ~ Romeo & Juliet ~ ii. iv. 75 |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Thanks Nan! With all the humor swirling around in netpoets, I don't think I've outdone myself. Thanks!! I am getting better at this, commenting and everything... maybe the humor can come later? |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Can a piece ever get too old to read? So twice, I'm taking the most daring initiative to bring this one back up. *a touch of REPLY and the thing flew ten pages* |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Artur I'm replying to this to let you know that I really enjoyed your poem, but more importantly to tell you that, a piece can never get too old to read!!! |
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