Teen Poetry #4 |
Ode to Afterlife |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
“I was the shadow of the waxwing slain By the false azure in the windowpane I was the smudge of ashen fluff—and I Lived on, flew on, in the reflected sky...” Nabokov, “Pale Fire” Our ends but prove the endlessness beyond. Just like reflections in the azure pond, Reveal to us the enigmatic void, So do our lives, and we should not avoid The possibility of spirits, goblins, ghosts, For even those whose arms embrace the cross Live on to tell their stories in our speech And from the seventh cloud voices reach Our deafened ears to be consumed by time... We barely hear the echoes of sublime, And often, we neglect most vivid hints And chase instead the most misprinted prints While all around us, like butterflies aloft, Gray phantoms hover in the undergrowth. |
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obscurity of cloud Member
since 2001-05-11
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This has such incredible depth. I don't know what to say. Your wording is a little awkward at times, more prose-like. But i love your theme! "so when at times the mob is swayed to carry praise or blame too far, we may choose something like a star" --Frost |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I enjoyed this poem to a huge extent! This poem rocked completely! Your language and form in the poem is to admire. I loved it. I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust. |
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anonymous albert ?
since 2001-03-23
Posts 2979 |
interesting as im really enjoying ur style...keep writing... ...? if i die before i wake , i pray the lord my soul will take-"when thugs cry" |
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