The brazen warrior looks to the sky
A hope, feeding on his bones.
Visions haunt his time- his Eden-
The desolate plain hungers him still,
His basket emptied from need.
Eyes of a man- living,
As death lingers
Alike the canine tooth.
Piercing, like dust of the lost
He kneels slowly, to his Mother's land,
Breathes her in- and sighs, eyes sealed.
Opening his soul, craven for peace
To unlock its boundary,
But completing the circle-
Of living and dying.
Face painted and tattered,
With the howling- Sun- cutting through all.
Clouds give way, freeing
Slightest glint; opens the eyes.
A tear rolls downward,
Blessing the beast's thirst
Trembling under foot, bounding prayers echo.
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Written January 5th, 2006
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Congratulations Muddy King! I think it is the first time we are in the line up together, so I am humbled by that.
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Congratulations. God Bless you so.
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Congratulations, my Friend... A well~deserved win...
Wanderer
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Brillient poem,
filled with powerful imagery and meaning
*good luck*
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'...Clouds give way, freeing Slightest glint; opens the eyes. A tear rolls downward, Blessing the beast's thirst Trembling under foot, bounding prayers echo.' Chills... Hauntingly profound & beautiful, my Friend... Wanda
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Nicely done.
Great imagery.
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A very moving poem. Well written in many ways.
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The circle of life has its beginning and end. The circle is large for some and small for others. It's what you have inside the circle that makes the trip worth taking. For every sorrow there is a smile. This is a nice read, The Shaker
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What a great read, and entry. It reads well, paints a picture, and tells a story. I'm off to read it again.Thanks.
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I could feel the hunger and the hope lies so subtly
great write on the disturbing picture
abby
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