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High Plains Vignettes
Contributed by
newewe
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Friday, 17th December 2004 @ 01:01:53 PM in AEST
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High Plains Vignettes
A Journey Not Finished
White crystal blow anointed from high
On the sheltered soul of will and bone
Inclining un-tampered ‘gainst thoughts to cease
The goal maintains the striving within
Horizon afar whence begotten succeed
There be not warmth within thy hand
And sleep beckons fore to still the night
So be this then an un-marked grave
Beneath the sun and below the moon
A Belated Christening
Winter night labours scream
Water warmed upon the stove
Who knows what this had we never done
Anxious fortitude to perform a deed
Darkness without whale oil illumes
The first will be thy sacred child
Yet as something be wrong know not why
Awaiting a wail and so small cry
But did not come
For on the ‘morrow
Earth shall be blessed with tiny soul
A wooden cross reveals her there
Horizons Not Touched
Wheels revolve agonized ‘pon ancient soil
Grueling burden ‘hind percheron hooves
Above and within ancestors watch or’
They know not the plains ahead
Nor tumult these mighty skies convey
Gulch looms ‘low with cragged bluffs
Abruptly shattered the evening calm
Cumulous dark decants forth
Behind the wall moves swiftly on and to
Without occasion to respond
Now lies the ruin scattered about
There be none to tell the tale
‘cept birds on perch and rodent trails
Parched and Gone
With scepter in hand and table before
Libations flowed freely trollops in silk
Petulant patrons contest fabled tales
Ivories rattle distant ‘bove din of sound
Revolver at side ‘neath well-dressed ‘tire
Sight of spoils linger in mind
Disparital product appeared on mesa flat
Injected projectile unearthed ordained form
A quiet sojurn at village edge
None will know remains
‘cept salient reeds and wind at night
Beleagured Toil
Trek ardent miles to foreign hills
Family knows not strife endured
Of sand and heat toiled sweat burned soul
Chiseled from the heat of day
Frozen cold of bitter nights
Tram below scant light to see
Dolly transport filled worldly spoils
Whistle moans through vacant halls
Time intolerable stranded midst dark
Up into light of day
Is what for I yearn once more
Gears and chains portent omen grim
Severed chain and grinding wheel
Not alone in shattering wails
Morning rise to gaping pit
Names nor letters withered mast
Dust and sand epitaph forlorn souls
Please comment as to the write as well as the beginning of the project...........thanks..........doug
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I am a simple man who wishes only to give good will to others and help them to see the beauty within themselves.................doug
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newewe
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Re: High Plains Vignettes
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 6th April 2005 @ 10:38:44 AM AEST
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I cannot begin to fathom the amount of effort and consideration utilised within this piece...within these pieces more like it.
I must commend you in regards to your consistency of flow and tone/expression... it is often difficult to remain within similar disposition or state of mind, assuming that this could have taken more than one day to produce, thus concealing vast arrays of sporadic and temperamental emotion...
These are truly beautiful as well as historical pieces...within their own contexts.
Truly indulging.
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