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Posts: 11,825
Joined: 15-June 07
From: Springfield, Louisiana
Member No.: 446
Real Name: Larry D. Jennings
Writer of: Poetry & Prose
Referred By:Just wondered in.
The Touch
Their soundless screams reverberate with grief that pierces hearts for all the centuries of fading life. While scions, stem and leaf, lie crushed beneath their ancient weight. No breeze
shall herald new beginnings in the spring or sculpt the emerald crowns upon each head. Strong bastions from the storms that summer brings are laid in waste. Small denizens have fled
their home and larder, solace now denied by death. No songs will greet the morn’ to surge in airy heights, where once the swallow plied. A mournful sound, as though a quiet dirge
now permeates this devastated glade created from the touch of soulless blade.
L10 did begin with "to all".
L9 did read: by death. No songs to greet the morn’ converge
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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers.
Group: Gold Member
Posts: 20,273
Joined: 2-August 03
From: Southwest New Jersey, USA
Member No.: 6
Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr.
Writer of: Poetry
Referred By:Lori
What more could I now say than what's been said? This flows with grace and pathos from your heart. I think it's time you put this piece to bed... though poets find new insight with a start.
deLighting in your writing, especially of late! - Daniel