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Array ( [sid] => 61942 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A vagrant November Solitude [time] => 2004-08-30 16:50:04 [hometext] => comments very appreciated... thank you! [bodytext] => As dawns first rays turn to creeping dusk,
Could it be, do I still slumber?
Have I walked this world about me
Past the haunting pillars of the sand,
Just to drown within the ocean
Of a vagrant solitude?

I am trapped beneath the surface
Of idle death and madness
I attempt to reach the westward breeze,
But I am thwarted by my heart of stone,
As I sink into the liquid blue oblivion.
I’m so cold.

Then my muse, she sings to me,
Without the aid of sound,
Like a descending gale of reverie
That tosses me about within its throws.
And alas, I am not worthy, to drown within this ocean,
Of my own eclectic sorrows.

Now I am thrown about the crashing waves
Beneath the tower of the stars.
From here I gaze out upon the placid waters
As they reflect the blackened velvet sky,
And once more I listen to the crooning birds,
Once more before I die.

So, here upon the bone yard beach
Between two pillars of the sand,
I feel as though I have ill-completed life
As I watch the tide rise and fall before me.
And I contemplate my waking dream, along with
A return to blue oblivion.

And the water is so cold.
Arms from the abyss find comfort in me
While I lay within these waters
Of a vagrant solitude.
Forevermore now must I hear the call
Of those black November winds… [comments] => 2 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 43 [informant] => FleurdeSang [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

A vagrant November Solitude

Contributed by FleurdeSang on Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 04:50:04 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

As dawns first rays turn to creeping dusk,
Could it be, do I still slumber?
Have I walked this world about me
Past the haunting pillars of the sand,
Just to drown within the ocean
Of a vagrant solitude?

I am trapped beneath the surface
Of idle death and madness
I attempt to reach the westward breeze,
But I am thwarted by my heart of stone,
As I sink into the liquid blue oblivion.
I’m so cold.

Then my muse, she sings to me,
Without the aid of sound,
Like a descending gale of reverie
That tosses me about within its throws.
And alas, I am not worthy, to drown within this ocean,
Of my own eclectic sorrows.

Now I am thrown about the crashing waves
Beneath the tower of the stars.
From here I gaze out upon the placid waters
As they reflect the blackened velvet sky,
And once more I listen to the crooning birds,
Once more before I die.

So, here upon the bone yard beach
Between two pillars of the sand,
I feel as though I have ill-completed life
As I watch the tide rise and fall before me.
And I contemplate my waking dream, along with
A return to blue oblivion.

And the water is so cold.
Arms from the abyss find comfort in me
While I lay within these waters
Of a vagrant solitude.
Forevermore now must I hear the call
Of those black November winds…

Copyright Â© FleurdeSang ... [ 2004-08-30 16:50:04]
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Re: A vagrant November Solitude (User Rating: 1 )
by Willofree on Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 06:37:18 PM AEST
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Your poem is rich in symbolism, some of which I'm not sure I understood. But some of the thoughts I had related to key words. Solitude to me signifies peaceful tranquility as opposed to lonliness. Eclectic suggests something varied, yet coming together. Emotionally it feels cold and barren. A very powerful poem that flows, with a lot of potent action words. Anyway, I liked it.

Willofree

Re: A vagrant November Solitude (User Rating: 1 )
by Nazmythian on Tuesday, 31st August 2004 @ 02:24:18 PM AEST
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Those reaching arms from within the abyss just tightened 'round my throat and held fast as I reviewed these words. As the poem is reread the crooning birds relax the arms, and they settle back into their prior state. I carry not the remembered wind, but the mark of the Krakenlike limbs, etched forever within my mind.

Another fabulous write my dear,

Nazmythian ~

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