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Open Poetry #29

Within the Night Precarious

Tim
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since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2003-10-28 11:33 PM

There once a child did weep
as he lay upon a bed of fallen needles
curled as does the yet born babe
within a mother’s womb.
Above, spired pines climbed to the heavens
piercing midnight’s sky, rising, soaring,
as if to rent the very heart of the universe
with parried thrusts of lancelike limbs.
Breezes of the night whispered, aye beckoned
unto the child, chanting through the trees,
calling out his name in muted repartees
while into the brush a rabbit stole,
moving quickly hither; darkness calling
upon the child to gaze into the luminescence
of a trillion stars above,
but the child saw not, seeing nothing
but the branches, the canopy of the towering pines
as upon a bed of fallen needles
the child alone in silence wept.

[This message has been edited by Tim (10-29-2003 12:05 AM).]

serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

Posts 27738

1 posted 2003-10-29 12:21 PM

This reminds me of a tarot card actually--one that continually pops up in readings for me to scold me a bit too. (The five of cups)

(smile--I'm supposed to quit my whining and open my eyes to the wonders of the universe--instead I find myself whining how the five of cups is "out to get me")

Rather reminded me of your youngster--hard to see the stars when the world looks so menacing, yes?

You write with a feather touch, poet sir.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2003-10-29 03:03 PM

I fell into this one, Tim.
Thank you.

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