Open Poetry #38 |
Shifting Sands of Solitude |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Stark, the sun cooking basted soils where wandering tracks stumble and fall among the clutching sands. A mirage, over the next dune where an oasis of cracked earth awaits the swollen tongue. Oh, but to have the water’s rivulets streaming down upon a dust covered face as red hopeless haunting eyes caress the skies and await the desert’s cries as night comes to a shifting dune and the shivering cold shudders the spine. Cast the die, touch the shortest straw and listen to God’s breath, covering a land where tombs lie buried, awaiting some merciless thief’s greed plunder the sanctity of the labors of a thousand whose corpses rest against cracked stones and a river flows beneath the land into a place of eternal life..as death stands ominously beside. |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
truly love how you painted this... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
amazing...simply stunning write, took me in, and held me there...Magnus, your a wonderful poet, with such an awareness that glows... |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Barry "and a river flows beneath the land into a place of eternal life..as death stands ominously beside." It does indeed! Another amazing write! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
Enjoyed Magnus, the Apache? |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
You had me scrabbling for the next word all the way through. If the world had been coming to an end, I would have finished reading your poem before I did whatever one does when the world comes to an end! - Owl |
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