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Footprints in the Mud : Harbinger
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Footprints in the Mud : Harbinger |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Follow them, Those small footprints in the mud, Where they’ve gone, What’s become, What caused traveling in the mud, Follow them; The little toes point toward day’s Setting sun, Last of light before dark plays, And exhausted little feet falls; Walking done, Listening to the lark’s calls, Shelter is nowhere but there, Can’t go on, Eyes of youth now only stare Till chill of night closes them, Rising sun, New warmth won’t find eyes open. Follow them, Those small footprints in the mud, Where they’ve been, Who made then, What caused traveling in the mud, Follow them; Heels toward the faint yellow glow, Walks the night, Into lands you’ll never know, Places where from children flee, Seeks the light, Where flames keep dead company Bodies not welcomed to ground; Horrid sight, The screaming poles makes no sound, Speaks loud of brutality, To make fright With use of hostility. Footprints gone, From death, journey to their death, Now just gone, A people take their last breath. Gloom 2000 |
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taramw Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 738 |
Hmmm... verrryyy deep! Everytime I read it I tend to see a different image... a different meaning! (I've now read it quite a few times  ) Well done!  |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Intensely sad! I would like to know what inspired this..I get the feeling that it's a holocaust of some kind. |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, taramw, I am glad that you can enjoy my writing. I tend to write poetry in groups, this is the third of the Harbinger series. Poet deVine, Intensely sad is what the life of Gloom is all about. If you wish a possible real life reference to these poems in the series, perhaps the Mongol hordes sweeping through the lands of ancient times, or maybe Cambodia for a more recent reference Thank you both for taking the time to read and respond. Gloom |
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Hardrock Senior Member
since 2000-02-14
Posts 948New Hampshire, USA |
Prof..I could visualize the killing fields of Cambodia...and the Khmer Rouge in RVN. Chilling piece. Hardrock |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
Eyes of youth now only stare Till chill of night closes them, Rising sun, New warmth won’t find eyes open. you sureknow how to make me ~~sigh Gloom... ~~softly Maureen |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, Hardrock & MMoonchild, you kind words and MM's poetic response give me hope that my writings might be worthwhile. Gloom |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA |
hmmmm always worthwhile and makes one think..sometimes a bit too much in my case but that's cause I am not such a gloomy one...I don't think anyway ...haha I meant I don't think I am gloomy, not that I don't think ~~softly smiling Maureen |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
A beautiful poem. I really like the collective sigh of death at the end. The broken sentence structure in this poem also adds to the effect of a general sorrow. We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you,fractal007, This broken style is one I often employ for just that reason. Gloom |
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