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Author Name: FreeVan der Pieterman 4 Comments
Date Added: August 07, 2009 21:08:31 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Wake Up Call
A wise man, without any real sense at all,
Reads his papers behind his great wisdom.
A gravedigger grieving with no crystal ball
Runs aground on his Stygian kingdom.
And the man with the strings that make not a sound
Plays his hands with the sound of his words,
And the soldier who cannot attend his own ground
Leaves his post now to run with the herds.
And the mother still huddled in an unmade bed,
Her head in a nightmarish sleep
With her child who cries but cannot be fed
Swallows pride to be buried so deep
And the sea that is swollen with swimmers insane
Turns axes to practise its run
While the hurricane eye blinks once again
At the smoking recoil of the gun.
And what do you call it when history speaks
And shoulders are wept on again?
You'll call it the way that all people seek
On the ships purgatorial main.
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Comment By: PremiumDavid Turner on August 21, 2009 10:18:48 AM Report
A bit  enigmatic Michael but none the worse for all that! I interpret it as being about impending global disaster. Yes and I also think that we( The human race that is)  will be spending a long time in purgatory as a result. Very effective aren't they these catholic metaphors, though I suppose that not all redaers get the full significance.



Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on August 18, 2009 09:54:13 AM Report
Sir Michael,
This is awesome it does clutch the heart..Brilliant emotions expressed....
Always ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeFilthy on August 8, 2009 07:12:52 PM Report
There are too many parts of this that I like to not put it into my faves. Brilliant!
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on August 8, 2009 07:06:43 PM Report
Excellent rhyme...
Excellent and cadence meter...
thank you for the piece...


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