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Man's Children
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Man's Children |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
Man's children do not come to play where the muskrat makes his home in willowed turf along the marsh ringed in grass-tufted banks combed gently by summer’s whispering breezes. They do not leave footprints across the sand around encrusted shoals bathed in quiet tidepools shimmering in slanting rays, foam and feet mingling in pure delight among white inverted clouds. They do not step lightly across the threshold of hushed, mysterious, misty woods freshly spun of dappled emerald and jade, wide-eyed with wonder to dance lightly on carpets of bright scented stars lingering sensuously on their spongy beds through dreamy morning shadows. Man’s children lost in a span of time search for their world among darkened ruins spawned of confusion, arrogance and fear; their pain walled in by mad milling malls their cries stifled in stagnant sunken streets their questions left unanswered in the hellish din. The quest is the children’s only future and the answer, the key to life, lies in the children’s intuition revealing humanity has lost it’s way. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
A brilliant setting... We are called to the table, each of us. This is a great write! |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Man’s children lost in a span of time search for their world among darkened ruins spawned of confusion, arrogance and fear; their pain walled in by mad milling malls" powerfully written WindWalker! it speaks to me... |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Absolutely incredible! Intense, powerful, sensitive. One of the best poems I have ever read. *standing in awe* Sandra |
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