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| Dark Poetry #1 |
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Vision Quest |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
I know not what I saw but as the quest ended, there you stood, looming, more real than the ground beneath my feet, hand outstretched but only for a moment... Did I hesitate? And then you were gone. Brown skinned, brown eyed, rough weathered hands, not unlike the gnarly roots that protrude from the base of the old live oak, what were you offering that I could not take? A key to spirit worlds... you did not beckon to me but just appeared, suddenly, shimmering slightly, in the heated air. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
I liked this one, it has a magical quality to it. Interesting images, great poem. Brown skinned, brown eyed, rough weathered hands, not unlike the gnarly roots that protrude from the base of the old live oak, ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh) "Life has been unfaithful And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory People send postcards And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I sold my medal It paid a bill It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks The sadness will never go Will never go away Baby it's here to stay |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
I had an Indian mentor for many years, she helped me to get in touch with my spirit guides. Images like this one many times, she was a wonderful person. your poem brings home fond memories. Thank you. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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