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Open Poetry #1

The Manic

one voice
Junior Member

since 1999-06-29

Posts 38
Billings, MT USA

0 posted 1999-06-30 01:49 AM

Their breath is agitation,
and their life
A storm whereon they ride,
to sink at last,
And yet so nursed and bigotted
to strife,
That should their days, surviving
perils past,
Melt to calm twilight, they
feel overcast
With sorrow and supineness,
and so die;
Even as a flame unfed, which
runs to waste
With its own flickering or a sword
laid by
Which eats into itself, and
rusts ingloriously.

DreamEvil
Member Elite

since 1999-06-22

Posts 2396

1 posted 1999-06-30 01:54 AM

A glittering piece of darkness, lovely snippet of your soul, my dear.

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Patience is a virtue, but virtue has never been one of my redeeming qualities.

WhenDovesCry
Junior Member

since 1999-06-29

Posts 16
California, USA

2 posted 1999-06-30 02:01 AM

the first few lines are my favorite...

"Their breath is agitation,
and their life
A storm whereon they ride"

breathtaking.....

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