How I wish I could play
Nighttime sky to your
sleepy-eyed Earth,
cradle once more
our forgotten
inspirations. . .
You've returned to save me
once again.
Hold tight, storm's made for
bumpy interference
knocking us
off kilter,
no time
to check
for fasten seat-belt signs
we're losing pressure,
it's a
galactic Hail Mary,
damn it, we're all going to die . .!
I suppose
our story should be told
in parables of timeless wisdom
buried oracles,
the Ancient's secretive initiation ceremonies;
I'd scratch with nails,
etch our likeness in frescoes
painted in sultry crimson
and royal colors,
in poses
with lover-god Dionysus,
lovely Ariadne draped round him,
a most enticing display. . .
I'm thinking
we could find
our own Pompeii,
dig beneath forgotten ashes
create our own Classics period,
dust off
crusty loaves of bread,
maybe
we could enjoy the entertainment,
I hear it makes for quite a
memorable venue...
Author notes
Edited and updated. originally written last summer.
I know it doesn't make any sense, it's not supposed to.
Loaves of bread were found in volcanic ash, at Pompeii and Herculaneum.
2100 years old. Still crusty, and soft in the center.
Ahhh, that still blows me away.
In a list
Sweet, huh?
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i think i boughjt one of them loaves from wal mart the other day ... it was an interesting poem and made me think that one day even all written will be nothing more than ashes blown into the cosmos.
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only my fingernails, etching
it's a galactic Hail Mary,
and damn it, we're all
going to die . .!
frescoes painted
lovingly in seductive sultry
crimson and royal
dig beneath ashes,
crusty loaves of bread,
quite a memorable dinner
There are tapestries of wonderful phrases through out this. A lovely ride
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Herculaneum. There was a mother with two children. She was 28. Perfect teeth. Her blonde hair was still there. One old soldier/carpenter had been speared in mid front thigh. They were able to determine from pelvic indicators one woman had been working rather hard in the personal entertainment industry. One small woman cradling a child was thought to be a mother. The child's bones were healthy. Her's showed periods in her life when she was poorly fed. A slave...
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Very Nice
Very original and well done. A very wonderful journey deserving of a prize. thanx, conni -
Humm..this is something very descriptive emotional travel of the life..and your depth is the beauty of this verse..well done...
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Lol. I liked it alot. It is different and out there. I loved the author's notes. I am trying to recall the epiode, but after 5 series, i am at a loss.
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yes a different piece here . but flowed well none theless, a joy to read for me
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bravo
Ah, qualifies as weird and wonderful, you everything in here but the terra cotta warriors of the Emperor Qin! Most excellent, indeed! bravo... bravo...
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well you are right sissy, it doesn't make sense not even to me.. and if that's what it is supposed to do.. then Go Girl... I love that picture, absolutely love it..
I love the 5th stanza so much.. I must congratulate you..
this poem being long and all, you captured my attention and held it for a long time, especially early in the morning like this.. YEAH!!!!!
good luck sissy..
maybe I should remove my enter due to the fact of all the excitement you're creating with this wonderful poem. lol
love you sissy
kat
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This is amazingly original.A wonderful poem to start my day.You should do very well with this one.Good luck.Hugs , Ros
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Beautiful!! Awesome Imagery!!
Best of luck in the contest with your shining masterpiece!!!
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An intriguing stream of conciousness to splash around in! This poem is to be felt, rather than deciphered.
A moon poem http://allpoetry.com/poem/4222839 -
Very descriptive... and wonderful use of vocabulary.
This gave me goosebumps.... it was amazingly beautiful.
Thank you for entering, and for following my rules..
Good Luck!
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