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Aug 13 14, 07:18
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Creative Chieftain
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Misery
Here I stand, bereft of energy.
Weary body bathed in pale light, scarred fingers, clawing, undergrowth, hooked thorns suckle strained sinews— open old wounds— drain forsaken history.
A pause, Weapon— raised.
Below the hilt— the blunt blade of conflict; in front—old growth, nefarious impediments. Swift blows repelled by the girth of time; past sins find no absolution in post regret.
Each sword stroke— No echo….
The tide of destiny reveals a stark burial, broken bones— a skeleton interred in shame. My conscious crusade, atonement, a failure ‘Enough—I must return to the sunlight.’
John Macleod
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Aug 14 14, 23:28
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Ornate Oracle
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Hi John,
I've read this poem several times, but will return to comment because I'm a bit dim right now.
Nonetheless, I sense profound meanings below the surface and hope to grasp them next time around.
Love your choice of words, alliterations and deft handling of the subject. Of course, I may need some help in interpretation, if you're willing to add a few words.
The last stanza is great. I think I know your meaning but don't want to make a fool of myself...LOL. The finale is perfect.
Cheers, Syl***
QUOTE (Arnfinn @ Aug 13 14, 09:18 ) Misery
Here I stand, bereft of energy.
Weary body bathed in pale light, scarred fingers, clawing, undergrowth, hooked thorns suckle strained sinews— open old wounds— drain forsaken history.
A pause, Weapon— raised.
Below the hilt— the blunt blade of conflict; in front—old growth, nefarious impediments. Swift blows repelled by the girth of time; past sins find no absolution in post regret.
Each sword stroke— No echo….
The tide of destiny reveals a stark burial, broken bones— a skeleton interred in shame. My conscious crusade, atonement, a failure ‘Enough—I must return to the sunlight.’
John Macleod
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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Aug 18 14, 04:56
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Creative Chieftain
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G'day Sylv;
Past sins have no atonement.
Neither a belief in God or soothing words can eradicate history.
If we are not forgiven the revenge of our victims will last forever.
Our mind is in torment from undisclosed secrets, no matter how much we fight to right a wrong, each though opens wounds of truth with no redemption.
Our aim is not contrition--but a fear of discovery.
Time to change, put the past behind us, an with a show of strength reach the sunlight, with the intention working with and helping others.
Regards,
John
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Aug 26 14, 14:00
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A very profound well written poem John. I feel I need another read to grasp it all. It's great to see you posting again. Snow
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Oct 23 14, 17:16
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Ornate Oracle
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Real Name: Sylvia Evelyn Maclagan
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Wow, Arnie! Strong words, these. I would not have gathered all this meaning from your poem, even tho' I like it a lot.
QUOTE Time to change, put the past behind us, an with a show of strength reach the sunlight, with the intention working with and helping others.
I agree here. Helping others, which I understand you do, is the best way to put our own past behind us. Especially is we help people we'd never known before...the old, the handicapped, the sick.
Within reason, of course. Having fun is of the essence! At present I still have a mentally sick hubby to care for. Enough!
But personally I don't "live in past memories", nor do I regret anything of importance. Life has rushed ahead so fast for me that I've had little time to wonder about some nasty things people may have done or said. Or the errors I've committed...
I've spent much of my life caring for seriously ill family members. When you're a carer, you meet plenty of people giving advice or criticising the way you do things...or didn't do things. At the moment it's irritating, but you soon leave that sort of stuff behind you. I did my best, learning along the way with the sick person. Listening... Mothers and wives are not born to be nurses, unless they chose it as a career.
So, my mind is not a torment...LOL...Feeling sad sometimes is inevitable and normal.
Thanks for your explanation, John!!
Cheers, Syl*** QUOTE (Arnfinn @ Aug 18 14, 07:56 ) G'day Sylv;
Past sins have no atonement.
Neither a belief in God or soothing words can eradicate history.
If we are not forgiven the revenge of our victims will last forever.
Our mind is in torment from undisclosed secrets, no matter how much we fight to right a wrong, each though opens wounds of truth with no redemption.
Our aim is not contrition--but a fear of discovery.
Time to change, put the past behind us, an with a show of strength reach the sunlight, with the intention working with and helping others.
Regards,
John
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Mis temas favoritos The Lord replied, my precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.
"There is no life higher than the grasstops Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind Pours by like destiny, bending Everything in one direction."
Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water, Wuthering Heights. Nominate a poem for the InterBoard Poetry Competition by taking into careful consideration those poems you feel would best represent Mosaic Musings. For details, click into the IBPC nomination forum. Did that poem just captivate you? Nominate it for the Faery award today! If perfection of form allured your muse, propose the Crown Jewels award. For more information, click here!MM Award Winner
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