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Array ( [sid] => 109712 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Weary Land [time] => 2005-11-14 15:18:01 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Weary land in a desperate stand,
You’re stapled to a stranger’s hand.
The sullen clouds pour thorns of scorn
In deformed attempts to revive a lovelorn
Maiden.
The music’s crest imprisoned within a chest
Has nowhere to turn and nowhere to rest.
The wicked soil campaigns disdainful plains
In mundane exertion to destroy a long feigned
Freedom.

A purblind ant will never decant
The ambrosial wine from an unblemished vine
Which—in good time—this land will climb
And vanish above into unremitting love.
A colorblind hound will never expound
The terrific mystery held so exclusively
Until—in good time—this horrid pantomime
Is finally thrust into monopolizing trust. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 62 [informant] => renducomplet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )

The Weary Land

Contributed by renducomplet on Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 03:18:01 PM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

Weary land in a desperate stand,
You’re stapled to a stranger’s hand.
The sullen clouds pour thorns of scorn
In deformed attempts to revive a lovelorn
Maiden.
The music’s crest imprisoned within a chest
Has nowhere to turn and nowhere to rest.
The wicked soil campaigns disdainful plains
In mundane exertion to destroy a long feigned
Freedom.

A purblind ant will never decant
The ambrosial wine from an unblemished vine
Which—in good time—this land will climb
And vanish above into unremitting love.
A colorblind hound will never expound
The terrific mystery held so exclusively
Until—in good time—this horrid pantomime
Is finally thrust into monopolizing trust.

Copyright Â© renducomplet ... [ 2005-11-14 15:18:01]
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Re: The Weary Land (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 07:56:07 PM AEST
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I truly enjoyed this piece.
I haven't been challenged like this in quite some time....it reminds me of my very early works...the experimental structure, rhyme scheme, the quick paced-randomness which all tied in-somehow.
The deeper significances, mostly personal to the writer... inpenetrable...perhaps due to that 'monopolizing trust' you so happened to mention. Maybe I'm wrong...too manic about the piece, because I've enjoyed it so much.
Everyline you mentioned is a philosophy.
I don't know how you webbed all these concepts together...I guess such is life?
I would love to further pick on the amound of detail here, but im afraid my disposition would not allow for it.
Thank you for sharing.
Made my day.

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