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Post by backstreetdreamer on Jan 17, 2011 17:19:31 GMT -5
The scene was set in painted pieces like the remnants of some day That had wandered once too often, and had finally ran away From the image of completeness that was fraying at the rim Like some half constructed jigsaw, or some half completed hymn That had came in from the darkness of an endless velvet night And met genuflected visions in their sacred silken light That lay prostrate upon the altar of so many different Prayers While the Cardinal stood watching at the bottom of the stairs.
The eyes were chiselled from his statue, yet he still surveyed the hours In the same way you get wet without you noticing the showers, Though the shadows of his vision sprinkled silently ashore To those half forgotten beaches on the tiled Cathedral floor, As the pages on the lectern fluttered and the evening slowly burned There was no more education, yet so much still to be learned, And from his eyeless sockets dripped the living blood of man While whispered echoes carried Prayers, as only whispers can.
And slowly with a sense of peace, the whispers dimmed then died As in the quiet of the cloisters someone oh so softly cried, Then pennies clattered in the poor box, and a flickering candle played On a blood red face of boundless grace, sweet mercy was displayed, As up the aisle the shuffling gait of aged painful feet Grew far off as they left the church, and walked into the street, The shadows danced as church mice pranced around the central aisle While from a Cardinal there came soft laughter and a smileā¦
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Jan 18, 2011 9:00:22 GMT -5
outstanding poem Keith!
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Post by rrw on Jan 18, 2011 9:18:13 GMT -5
BD, your word usage, your rhyme scheme and rhythms are always so right on. And you tell very interesting stories about the moment. Nice work as always.
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Post by heart2heart on Jan 19, 2011 13:37:23 GMT -5
Thoroughly enjoyed this one Keith, you have that ability to spellbind us totally with your wonderful poesy. Katriona
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Post by johan on Jan 19, 2011 14:29:40 GMT -5
Your abilty to write poetry is something special for you Keith, I can't think of one of your poems not being poem of the day, great writing my friend.
Johan
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Jan 21, 2011 1:21:37 GMT -5
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Post by Sierra on Jan 21, 2011 18:12:37 GMT -5
CONGRATS on POTW
excellent poem
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