I trampled, weary, through the dirty snow,
Where sticks and unknown things exposed their heads,
And pondered bleak images that few men know,
Who slumber in their warm enfolding beds;
The land lay shocked, the sky drank poison lead.
I shivered at my core and felt that time,
Like a wounded man, was dying, having bled
His lifeblood out to stain the hapless rime,
Now content to wait until the soldiers bring the lime.
I continued in this grim and brooding state,
And some power played my thoughts across the land,
When a sudden figure made me break my gate.
A weathered post, placed there by some high hand
Outlined a cross which, unyielding, seemed to stand
Erect against the dim and hoary loam.
It stood upright and stoic, outmanned
By the waves of faceless, ashen foe;
But I felt a nascent hope enter, and settle in its home.
Author notes
Based on the picture from the contest.
A contest entry
- Study in Black and White VII~the forgotten cross by JinSays.
800 points, ended November 15, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Soliloquy,Haiku,Sonnett PW by Rhythm Child.
400 points, ended October 26, 31 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I shivered at my core and felt that time,
Like a wounded man, was dying, having bled
His lifeblood out to stain the hapless rime,
Now content to wait until the soldiers bring the lime.
Nascent hope.
You've brought on some sadness, and a bleak outlook turns around, with you going home.
Excellent take from the prompt provided. Thank you.
Jin
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I can't wait to see how this turns out, so far it's damn captivating. Wish ya the best of luck in the contest .
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