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Magnus

Member Laureate

since 2001-10-10

Posts 14135
South Carolina, USA

0 posted 2003-06-05 06:25 PM

Standing precariously,
as winds swirl the doubt of heart
into the abyss of life.  Falling
endlessly toward the unseen peril
of unknown.

Clutching air, grasping for the dim
flicker at tunnel’s end as echoing
cries of desolate despair ring
the rails of a heart’s blood.

Bring to me the hope, for with
the tended grain shall grow a life’s
crop.

Let the chaff fall,  feel the bite of
fear and then vanish into the drear
of fright as buds of courage grow
within the orchard of life’s
fruit.

For I have tasted the sweetness of
victory, the bitter of defeat and heard
the salted wound’s wail.

And still the throb of life leads the
plow upon the narrow row of winding years as
wisdom plants the seed.

[This message has been edited by Magnus (06-05-2003 07:00 PM).]

QjQ
Member Elite

since 2003-04-18

Posts 3756
U.S.A.

1 posted 2003-06-05 06:56 PM

terrific write,,, wow...

Poetry is a vision that portrays ones impressions.QjQ

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

2 posted 2003-06-05 07:09 PM

Extremely well written Barry!
Very much enjoyed the read..
*You know I'm waiting for that special one to give me a huge sigh*

~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~

~Somewhere in my heart I'm always
dancing with you in the summer rain~

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

3 posted 2003-06-05 10:37 PM

Deep furrow in the fields this eve...
The mood well conveyed, by a wise and well traveled quill. Enjoyed. TD

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

4 posted 2003-06-06 05:08 AM

man favorite lines, great ending!

Patricia
Member Elite

since 2003-04-06

Posts 2160
Missouri

5 posted 2003-06-06 08:10 AM

For I have tasted the sweetness of
victory, the bitter of defeat and heard
the salted wound’s wail.

And still the throb of life leads the
plow upon the narrow row of winding years as
wisdom plants the seed.

Oh Barry! I have reread these lines several times. The throb of life...how perfectly you describe our journey. It is the sweetness of victory that drives us to continue the journey...hope that amidst the days of defeat, a new shall come to bring us a victory.

This is what I took from your words as that is what my mind and soul needed today.

Thanks, my friend.