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The rock

Postby EZ » Tue Jan 27, 2004 12:28 pm

The ‘Rock’

The lashing tongue in fire
The forked light hits the rock
It peels its crust in excitement
And soaks in the wet drops

To pieces the existence
Of a sustained phenomenon
The forces with a dark vengeance
Unleash hell unrestricted

Living night and day
In mystic silence
On a starry night it crumbles
Shattering an earthly silence

In a flash a life is honored.
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Postby JillStar » Tue Jan 27, 2004 1:19 pm

This is a rather scary poem to me, but I'm a little embarrassed to say I don't really understand the meaning. Can you give me some insight?
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Postby TheMudge » Tue Jan 27, 2004 1:29 pm

Sounds like a sacrifice to the lightening gods . . .

But what do *I* know--I thought the "driving-off-a-cliff" poem was about dating . . .
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Postby JillStar » Tue Jan 27, 2004 1:42 pm

Personally... I think driving off a cliff and making a sacrafice to the lightning gods does in fact resemble dating. It just depends upon what side of the track you stand on. There have been times when jumping off a cliff would have been better than continuing a relationship, while other times I would have gladly sacrificed the guy to any god who would have him.

Ummm... never mind. :-s
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Postby panchovilla 73 » Sat Jan 31, 2004 8:18 am

Please give your comments on this:

A Winter's Sunday

The huge old house is silent until
The cold north wind flies around the eaves
And leaves a long, mournful shriek
To linger above the huddled shrubbery.
The parents slumber and the fire sinks low
As the child lies sleepless and listens
To the howling wind. He knows the long,
Long night is coming soon; the sun is
Reaching for the trees that sway and
Lean away from the bruising blast,
Sighing for a warmer, greener time.

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