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Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2003-03-29 01:59 PM

Play the children in the grass,
As the stream flows ever past,
Running, laughing to and fro,
Oblivious to current's flow.

In between the mother's weep,
Precipitous, their perch so steep,
On the banks of stream so clear,
Reflecting pools of unseen fear.

Children see not mother's tears,
Feel not the touch of hidden fears,
Playing, playing in the grass,
As the stream flows ever past.

Where are the fathers and the brothers,
As in silence weep the mothers,
Children play beneath skies blue,
For that is what the children do.

The Stream

There once the mothers wept
next to a stream lined by rolling plains
for husbands and sons who had left whistling
as they walked down country lanes,
to disappear into a land unseen and not return
for reasons unknown to wives and mothers
but for the fact that is what men do,
to join together and walk hand and hand as brothers
as they enter into the darkness of which light
cannot permeate except in the flash of gunpowder,
amid the thunder that rents trees asunder,
roaring, crashing, crescendoing louder and louder,
culminating in a flash of blinding white light
which beckons fathers and sons to tarry not, but to rush,
headlong as a stream continues to flow;
headlong to the sea between banklined brush
occasionally gurgling in an eddy caused by hidden rocks
beneath the surface, pulling, dragging,
as do the husbands and sons, gurgling, grasping
as they sink beneath the surface of the current unflagging,
for the fact is, that is what streams do
as beside them women weep, for that is what wives and mothers do.

skyshine

Member Elite

since 2002-02-07

Posts 3058
Beneath the northern stars

1 posted 2003-03-29 02:41 PM

Oh wow Tim...that was so powerful. I like the way you intertwined the stories said, "That's how they do." Very well done.

~Liz

Waited on a line of greens and blues, just to be the next to be with you..
~Mr. Big

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

2 posted 2003-03-29 02:41 PM

You have effectively described the natural order of things...
In my heart, the streams of women's tears give drink to this thirsty world.
Good work. TD

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

3 posted 2003-03-29 08:10 PM

Sir, I can only thank you
for leaving this poem...
knowing that I have read it
has added to my "arsenal" of reasons
to continue reading you whenever
your writings appear.

Bless you.

Martie

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Member Empyrean

since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

4 posted 2003-03-29 08:12 PM

Tim...Thoughtful power in your words...and truth.

WhiteRose
Member Elite

since 2002-07-23

Posts 3208
somebody's dungeon

5 posted 2003-03-29 08:20 PM

Tim, very nicely done. Two stories almost intertwined.

GG
Member Elite

since 2002-12-03

Posts 3532
Lost in thought

6 posted 2003-03-29 08:30 PM

Yes that is how it is so often... but I don't ever believe this is how it should be. It saddens me, but I only hope the children can continue playing.
Enjoyed this

Always, Alyssa

- And so it was that time stood still -
(blink, breathe, stand, fight)

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