Ten by ten by ten by ten by ten
How many is that?
Is it more?
All the words that you endure
Adorn my aged brow.
All these thoughts that she endowed;
All these days
And months
And years ago
Slips the tongue and slurred
They sound
As rivers rushing down.
Abyss
That clanking crank
Blind priestess canting blankly
Noxious fumes rampant on the mountainside
As drum calls out from fog and fen
Harsh echoes about the cavern’s meager rim.
Nights
And days
Month and years.
And weaker from the fear.
Peering deep within the scratch
The rhythms of her final verse
Reach out
And close the tear filled eyes.
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Written August 6th, 2003
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Say what?
In Xandu did Kubla Kahn a stately pleasure doom decree where Alph the sacred river ran through caverns measureless to man down to a sunless sea= Yeah! Your poem reminded me of that writing. But I am ignorant of what you are referring to or writing of and I was looking for something personal and spiritual: thanks Dave -
The roulette wheel brought me here.
I read this, of course. Ages ago long before I was even born. It is quite beautiful, look at those sounds --
Slips the tongue and slurred
They sound
As rivers rushing down.
Abyss
That clanking crank
Blind priestess canting blankly
Noxious fumes rampant on the mountainside
As drum calls out from fog and fen
Harsh echoes about the cavern’s meager rim
I know they happen naturually. One can feel it when you read it - there is nothing forced or without Truth somehow (the Truth that is even untrue). You should be famous. But I hear Poetry pays poorly.
Lisa
Kind of reminds me of the Goddess. -
Great!
To take a journey within
Is quite the travelers adventure
When traveled from the soul without
It becomes an awesome tiring venture
This is a very good write Lute, it took me there from the beginning. Me and my dumbass was really trying to see what the answer was to; ten by ten by ten by ten by ten = 100,000, or maybe not!
Never like Math at all, always loved English!
Anyway, Thanks for your comment on my poem, but don't want Neurosine to read anything of mine, nor do I want to read anything of his, he called me an idiot! I like the idea of free speech but name calling is such a different freedom. Thanks again!
Much Love,
Renee
Edited on Oct 03, 1:43 p.m. because ''. -
loved it. thank you
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wow
Gives me the sensation of having ones paradigm ripped to pieces and then having to look further into oneself. Beautifully written!
Keep Feelin' Fascination,
~Tiffany~ -
The words and echoes that inspire, lure, capture...
soothe....lead us to some kind of knowledge of ourselves...
of the journey within...
Thank you, Maria
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