Sermon On The Desert Wind by Keith D Allison Within the mist of vanity man builds his towers tall in the fire and smoke of time a day in the sun an amber growing cold  Within the wind of darkness he seeks his glory  in the shadows stretching thin the womb and the grave a smoke screen leading the blind  But we know where the glory should fall in the distant past one man stood tall  some cursing his name in vanity  those with silent ears  for whom without water the flower does not bloom Copyright © 2001 RagTack 02/15/2007 Author's Note: I cannot find the original of this, wished I could, so that all can see the excellent job Chris Sorrenti did in polishing it and if you like this, as I do. Please IM Chris. Posted on 02/15/2007 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/15/07 at 02:17 PM beautiful...Chris may have helped polish it, but i'm guessing the heart of the gem was all you. Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/15/07 at 04:05 PM There is a swirling feeling of past and present meeting here - a timelessness of the human condition, a sense of words spoken that we can hold on to or ignore. Well done. Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/15/07 at 08:53 PM Eloquent, Keith. "Within the wind of darkness he seeks his glory" Wonderful!! Posted by Michelle Angelini on 02/18/07 at 04:23 AM Keith, between you and Chris, I'd say you did a wonderful job of revision (even though I didn't see the original). The intensity leading up to the final words of the poem is incredible. And the belief of some will always contrast so starkly with the disbelief of others. It's an individual choice whether to be watered and be a blooming flower, or reject the Everlasting Water and die, scorched in the sun. ~Chelle~ Posted by Cassandra Leigh on 02/18/07 at 09:37 PM Your words create a unique sort of harmony in their sounds. This is probably one of the most beautifully symphonic poems I've read in awhile, one that entrances by the sheer sounds of its words, meaning notwithstanding (not that that isn't gorgeous as well). Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/21/07 at 12:57 PM Way to go Keith a.k.a. RagTack (been a long time since I heard that name). I don't recall helping you with this, but then back in the days of Poesie.com we all assisted one another much more. In any case I like the way this poem speaks to me; profound! Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/28/07 at 01:19 PM A poem to be savored! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)