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A vagrant November Solitude
Contributed by
FleurdeSang
on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 04:50:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
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As dawns first rays turn to creeping dusk,
Could it be, do I still slumber?
Have I walked this world about me
Past the haunting pillars of the sand,
Just to drown within the ocean
Of a vagrant solitude?
I am trapped beneath the surface
Of idle death and madness
I attempt to reach the westward breeze,
But I am thwarted by my heart of stone,
As I sink into the liquid blue oblivion.
I’m so cold.
Then my muse, she sings to me,
Without the aid of sound,
Like a descending gale of reverie
That tosses me about within its throws.
And alas, I am not worthy, to drown within this ocean,
Of my own eclectic sorrows.
Now I am thrown about the crashing waves
Beneath the tower of the stars.
From here I gaze out upon the placid waters
As they reflect the blackened velvet sky,
And once more I listen to the crooning birds,
Once more before I die.
So, here upon the bone yard beach
Between two pillars of the sand,
I feel as though I have ill-completed life
As I watch the tide rise and fall before me.
And I contemplate my waking dream, along with
A return to blue oblivion.
And the water is so cold.
Arms from the abyss find comfort in me
While I lay within these waters
Of a vagrant solitude.
Forevermore now must I hear the call
Of those black November winds…
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FleurdeSang
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2004-08-30 16:50:04]
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Re: A vagrant November Solitude
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by Willofree on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 06:37:18 PM AEST
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Your poem is rich in symbolism, some of which I'm not sure I understood. But some of the thoughts I had related to key words. Solitude to me signifies peaceful tranquility as opposed to lonliness. Eclectic suggests something varied, yet coming together. Emotionally it feels cold and barren. A very powerful poem that flows, with a lot of potent action words. Anyway, I liked it.
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Re: A vagrant November Solitude
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by Nazmythian on
Tuesday, 31st August 2004 @ 02:24:18 PM AEST
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Those reaching arms from within the abyss just tightened 'round my throat and held fast as I reviewed these words. As the poem is reread the crooning birds relax the arms, and they settle back into their prior state. I carry not the remembered wind, but the mark of the Krakenlike limbs, etched forever within my mind.
Another fabulous write my dear,
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