Open Poetry #8 |
The Turning Point |
di Morte New Member
since 2000-05-13
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The Turning Point It poured the day the brightest died, a summer soggy spirit drowned gray caissons sunk to axle depth, before our manly tears had dried. Apt recompense from fates that frowned on Lee, his promise hence unkept to gold and gray, the mission's goal, Virginia muck had sucked to earth as Abner to king Saul's right hand. As steady rain soaked to the soul the living dead, despair gave birth to anxious dread that swept a land where yesterday rang guarantees. Drooped hat brims dripped on sodden chests that paid respects to Lionheart, their last salute, the warranties in blood of honorees' behests. The fallen spells his warrior's art. The rifles spoke an ordered word, a language of their own, "Adieu, good knight, rest well, one day we greet a land where men at war, absurd." A north wind chilled as bugles blew and Taps foretold the South's defeat. --Fr. Veni di Morte [This message has been edited by di Morte (edited 06-22-2000).] |
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Sunshine
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I like this...it speaks well of many good things to come from your pen... Welcome, welcome to Passions... Sunshine ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
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Superbly told...wonderful style! I, too, look forward to reading more. ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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di Morte New Member
since 2000-05-13
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thanks for the lovely sentiments, vdm |
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di Morte New Member
since 2000-05-13
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snow in summer Member
since 1999-08-28
Posts 67 |
strong form and great story here |
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