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wornways Member
since 2001-10-18
Posts 204CA, USA |
Lost the sacred markers are gone rusted rocks moved aside magnificent beech and myrtle cut down even once immovable markers defiled that cliff face on the east of the valley cut for quarry that granite outcrop once there on the hilltop bulldozed for a mall the songlines are lost scarred by countless hands yellow machines billowing black smoke there is no way back to the dreaming rivers shifted off course plains cleared and plowed canyons gutted for ore fences barb borderless boundaries even the clouds are dirty i once walked the songlines heart that i was i knew the markers and respected them soul that i was there in the dreaming before all this but i have lost my way i cannot find the markers how shall i return to the dreaming everything has been sacrificed the way is lost all is forgotten lessons of the ancients guidance of our ancestors spurned and rejected they weep for us even now they walk among us watching even they cannot find the markers ripped from the earth songlines erased for the next ten thousand years even they are lost from the dreaming wandering among us crowding the rooms of our angular homes and towers flowing in limpid flood throughout our lanes moaning and wailing soundlessly like drizzle sharing our torment the way is lost the dreaming lost |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I am no critic, and I think you would probably appreciate it if I was one. I'm a novice and poetry is a hobby and a means of self-expression for me. So, my comments will not be more than my feel for the poem or my commentaries about interpretation -- This poem touched me deeply. You said, "there is no way back to the dreaming." Though you certainly made your point exquisitely, I would respectfully disagree with you. I think we begin (in a small way, maybe) to change the flow of our ancestor's tears when we create something... as you did here. It's a philosophical question, I guess, but I think that the real war (on a different plain, of course) is destruction versus creativity. And you are certainly one of the brave soldiers in this battle! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
 this is sad to me |
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Rick Member Elite
since 2001-06-21
Posts 2903Victoria, Australia |
Once all was The present we've created The future will birth our child wornways, I feel you write with emotion and conviction, you told your story well, thank you for sharing this. Sincerely Rick |
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