A day from new water.
My cane piercing the red soil.
It fell from the sky,
in a crimson glow
landed in the lake
where my love used to go;
lo, these many narns ago.
The dust seeps into everything
now,
covers all that was
those many narns ago
when the canyons roared
and the waters rose.
When I, and my love roamed;
and everything was green.
I lean upon my cane
a day from new water.
It whirs and clicks
and seems to peer about.
It won't see me,
just rocks and dust,
and empty sea.
Author notes
See: Edgar Rice Burroughs; John Carter of Mars
Written January 11th, 2004
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Interesting Concept
Ah...I came to see, read and comment enthusiastically. Thankfully I found this, eh?
One of my favorites from Oh So Long Ago, the John Carter of Mars series is always a wonder....and to see a work cast upon that legendary framework nigh gave me goosebumps of delight.
This reads like John Carter, Wandering Jew of Mars (which, actually is kind of an interesting concept) - doomed to traipse the parched red sands in search of his long-dead love. Interesting write - Edgar would slap you on the back and take you out for a beer or two.
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Well haven't heard narns for a long time I enjoyed the poem it made little sense to me but I made up a picture in my head that was quite enjoyable!!
Lakota x -
landed in the lake
where my love used to go;
lo, these many narns ago.
... many narns indeed
Yes, very much life's journey.. and Mars - such a sad planet. Fallen.
~Scarlet -
Ha! Not one of the best sci-fi writers… Tarzan on the moon – lol Looks like even the good ones are going to be way out though, so fantasy rules!
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Ah. You are making progress ... almost there. And she is awaiting you - the beautiful one, awaiting release ...
Congratulations.
You've recorded it well.
Myra X -
As Odyssey said, perhaps I need to ponder the references but sans-ponder, it is still powerful. A feeling of vastness. Wheels of time. And how an individual relates to that. Mmm.
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Hey I know a john carter but he's from Virginia. Use to be a street sweeper and rented a room from my great grandfather and when I was a kid we use to go down there to visit and I remember mom claire, that was my great grandmother, claire was her name and every morning she'd go to the bottom of the stairs and yell "john carter, come to breakfast!" and I remember two of my older brothers told me that old john carter slept in the nude so me and my sister would get up in the middle of the night and try and peek in his room to see if it was true but we got stopped in the hall before getting to his room and Ma would spank me and put me back to bed. Wow I haven't thought about that in years till I read your poem John Carter. Good one too by the way.
Desiree
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Oooh, sounds very much like an assignment - (re: author's note) but to just read it on its own, its like an expression of life's journey...
How age (dust) has settled in, changing all the things that once were young and untainted (canyons, water) I am positive there is more to it then this, small and intricate details that I have missed in my first reading. Perhaps I'll find the references and come back. But, its all just a question of time...
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good
Thought that was where you were headed. A pleasant read and thoughts of books I had but never got around to reading. Sigh...my loss. Although I did read some of the tarzan series.
John -
'narns'? That's a new term for me....Still I loved the flow of this.
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