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far less than more
by Vere Mantratriad
Met a sick young man
When the old fire died
Together we made a plan
To rise above our lives
And now I still go on
In older skin, stretched and torn
I do not look back
No point
I can't go back
I am the wind in one direction
And a sigh in the other
It crossed my mind
The two of us
Should have stayed there
Among the cindered leaves
Please forgive me
I forgot where I came from
And will not remember
Until I return
I'll sketch you down on paper
To serve memory correctly
In my mouth
Your name becomes ragged
Coming forth more by habit than meaning
You'll see what I mean
In time, all men must scatter
No one knows why
We just face the lonely
Try not to care
I'll smile behind your back
And push on in dread
Met a sick young man
Beside the fire we tried
And maybe succeded
In certain circles you'll hear our plan
Wisdom will win in the end
Regardless of skin or of blood
We'll rise above
Though torn and fractured
Your name, it fades again
Lost in the ashes
And forgotten in time
06/06/2004 Author's Note: repost
Posted on 05/07/2006
Copyright © 2024 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 05/10/06 at 01:58 PM wow.. this is lovely, it flows and breathes into the reader's mind... "I am the wind in one direction And a sigh in the other" ~ i love that line
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| Posted by Junemarie Roldan on 07/03/06 at 06:17 AM I'm not quite sure what to make of this, but it's well formed and flows like a river, However I don't have to know everything to recognize beauty. This is beautiful. |
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