Open Poetry #6 |
Your Destiny Is Love: Purge-Fest #4 |
Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Flown ‘cross a verdant meadow Into the midnight sea, Some lonely winds come calling To whisper me a dream. Their echoed voice is thunder with tones of black and grey; ‘Neath western skies they're grieving O'er human heart of clay. They bow my soul in sorrow dip tears into the sand; Chase ‘way all hues of laughter creating "nothing-land." Make the greensward which I roam ~utmost desolation~ Match the emptiness inside, My vile desecration. Then their voice changes to hope, sing futures gaily spun. Of woodlands; savage beauty, A new life just begun. In poised commiseration, they speak to me that love- Is what dreamers truly reach, Not something they dream "of." And like the mountains clip the sky, The winds caress my mind; In pictures of a lady with ocean eyes a-shine. Shimmering in the sunlight, her hair a golden sheen, Cascades down iv'ry skin A calm, idyllic scene. And then through the vision's peace She reaches out to me. And the winds nudge at my back, With smiles so bright in glee. Hand in hers, feet in the grass, I turn to thank the winds. But their whisp'red voice is gone to others who've been rent. Their absence leaves a silence inside the skies above. But emptiness is full now, With the fervor of my love. "I don't claim to be a wise man, a poet or a saint. Just another man who's searching for a better way. But my heart beats loud as thunder for the things that I believe. Sometimes I want to run for cover, sometimes I want to scream." Jon Bon Jovi |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Oh there you go gettin all mushy on me again. I see I am gonna have to drive up there and smack some sense into ya again....and soon! Honestly, Chris, this blew me away. You dug deep with this one. Great work my friend... I'm still in "nothing-land" myself. Michael |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
This is beautiful Chris ! I love it. This poem "sings". |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Huh...that's funny, I thought I was the only one in 'Nothing-land'... Chris, m'friend, this is gorgeous! Quite a mixed bag of emotions this poem is, I like muchly. Let the purge continue! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
"In poised commiseration, they speak to me that love- Is what dreamers truly reach, Not something they dream "of." Pretty darned good, my friend... I like it, I like it... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Christopher~ This is awesome. What beautiful emotions on display. 'Then their voice changes to hope, sing futures gaily spun. Of woodlands; savage beauty, A new life just begun.' This verse reminds me of the spring ... which buds forth with 'new life' everywhere. I so enjoyed this. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Christopher~ This is awesome. What beautiful emotions on display. 'Then their voice changes to hope, sing futures gaily spun. Of woodlands; savage beauty, A new life just begun.' This verse reminds me of the spring ... which buds forth with 'new life' everywhere. I so enjoyed this. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
I thought at first to point out the excellent bits of imagery here, but it is rather early and I am not up to such a long-winded task. Suffice it to say that your instances of inspiration are many. Instead, I will comment on the poem as a whole: it holds a symphony of despair which flows flawlessly into a hopeful melody -- I was entranced. Well done. --Me Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
An absolutely wonderful piece of work. Oh do please purge some more |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Chris this is magnificent! I loved it... submit this one!!!! |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
And you thought I would be afraid of what was dancing in that pretty little head of yours......lol This was very eloquently written with a trip that sailed me from the depth of nothing to the soul filling expression of love. You've written with feeling and with heart of lost and a heart of discovery. It is beautiful. |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
This one was so beautiful and romantic...my favorite of yours "Love is not love, till you give it away" [email protected] |
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