fading… (draft)
echoes of passages
inscribed in burning letters
on a stone
on a mountain
thousands of years ago
afterimages
caught in the collective view
from staring too long
fading slowly from sight
half-remembered and half-imagined
to haunt our waking dreams
fading…
memories of thunder
of lightning
of booming words
of shaking earth
tales of revelation
retold by father to son
by mother to daughter
till all is lost in fog
fading…
i want
to burn
to hear
to see
to touch
i want
to have
to know
faith…
 
[12:42 PM]
Yes, I know I keep marking these “draft” – I’m not really sure that these are ‘finished’, hence…
I’m not quite sure where these come from, anyway… but I thought I’d share, regardless. Maybe my little “Articles of Faith” project’s still rattling around in my head…
ryn: thanks for the note. Yes it is sad that lack of acceptence seems to be the general trend. this poem is beautiful, much emotion here, I love it. I will have to come back and read more. 🙂 <3
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great poem.. i love it.
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That’s the problem, Tenchi… there is no limit to what I can write. Any genre, any mood, just as long as it’s a “short story”… *wracks brain* I’m suffering from writer’s block, I think… If she’d helped us fertilize our bed of ideas, maybe I wouldn’t be so stuck now…
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my drafts are my poems. I have no need for final poetry. If it isn’t finished, it doesn’t become a poem, but thank you for your advice.
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I liked this very much. I like your longer poems like this one. Be Well.
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i really like this one.
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